so back in 8th grade i started ski racing. everyone else started when they were like 8 years old. well i got no love and i blew fat nuts, but with some elbow grease and persistence i managed to get myself semi-sponsored by my second to last year, just 4 years in. i felt pretty good, learned a thing or two, thought i had things under control... well now, my second year as just another bum on the hill, my boots have dissintegrated, i mean this almost literally, my basboards are actually decaying in the boots, i took one out last night and it smelled like an old stump... then it fell apart in my hand. well this situation needs a remedy so i decided to hit up the most reputable shop in town for this matter... eventually... which would be snow covers. well after the guy in there gave a quick glance at my feet he described something about my bone and musclar structure... and basically that i was a moron for looking at the boots i was... pro model spaceframes or course spaceframes (just to kick it old school ya know?) and super small race fit steeze. they never really told me what i should be buy, but they made me look stupid, which is my old coaches fault for not teaching me anything useful. so, the lesson here: respect the boot guy. (this message has been brought to you by WIRED energy drink and no sleep in the past 24 hours.)
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