Some days on the lift, I feel this way too. "Why am I still doing this? Sit on the chair, slide down the mountain, queue up at the bottom, repeat." Then I go b

Some days on the lift, I feel this way too. "Why am I still doing this? Sit on the chair, slide down the mountain, queue up at the bottom, repeat." Then I go blazing down the hill, or spend time challenging myself with speed in the trees or catching up on all the freestyle stuff I never learned as a kid, and I forget all about the repetitive tedium of life. Until I sit back down on the lift.