Today was the youth group ski-treat, and we went to a mountain in New Hampshire. It was just generally a great time. I got my ski legs back (I hadn't been skiing in about two years) and it was incredible to fly down the mountain, as we got to all day.
This morning I was chatting with one of my friends about being scared of the slopes. We're a Christian youth group, so no one debated my statement that there was really no logical reason to be scared on the lift or on a steep hill. I mean, I had been skiing on a steep hill all morning and there had been no reasons for worry yet.
So later I was with another friend and a youth leader, and we were on the freestyle terrain slopes. When they say freestyle, they mean the works - insane jumps, an awesomely deep pipeline (I love those things) and long high fun boxes. I decided to go off of a fun box. It was only about a foot and a half off the ground and I thought I had gotten completely used to skiing again. So I headed down toward the box, picking up lots of speed and momentum.
I was about five feet from the box when suddenly I thought, Oh my gosh, I am going to go off that fun box!!! I totally freaked out, but it was too late. The jump was fine, but the landing left much to be desired. I crashed onto my side, losing both skis in the process. I stood up, laughing because it was funny once it was over, and remembered that I had said distinctly that being scared of the hill was irrational. No duh I couldn't stop it.
This morning I was chatting with one of my friends about being scared of the slopes. We're a Christian youth group, so no one debated my statement that there was really no logical reason to be scared on the lift or on a steep hill. I mean, I had been skiing on a steep hill all morning and there had been no reasons for worry yet.
So later I was with another friend and a youth leader, and we were on the freestyle terrain slopes. When they say freestyle, they mean the works - insane jumps, an awesomely deep pipeline (I love those things) and long high fun boxes. I decided to go off of a fun box. It was only about a foot and a half off the ground and I thought I had gotten completely used to skiing again. So I headed down toward the box, picking up lots of speed and momentum.
I was about five feet from the box when suddenly I thought, Oh my gosh, I am going to go off that fun box!!! I totally freaked out, but it was too late. The jump was fine, but the landing left much to be desired. I crashed onto my side, losing both skis in the process. I stood up, laughing because it was funny once it was over, and remembered that I had said distinctly that being scared of the hill was irrational. No duh I couldn't stop it.
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