It's been hard to quiet my mind of worry about one thing or another lately. But I was able to do so on the slopes today and it was phenomenal. More specifically, I am obsessed with recreational NASTAR ski racing. Basically, you race against the clock and yourself. Not sure why I love it so much, but my guess is that it has something to do with the fact that while I'm on the course, I don't (can't?) think of anything other than getting around the next gate as quickly as possible. That and the fact that I'm fast. In all honesty, they hand out the gold medals rather generously, but I'm still quite proud of my three.