Catch Me If You Can

3. Hanging in the balance

A/N I can't believe I almost stopped writing this. One of the videos I wanted to put up was about Shaun White - Legends that live on (That's him up there ^), I can't put it up because it's blocked, but its available on YouTube so please go watch, it inspired me in a few moments,

The top is about things that went on in the competitions. This was the first time I've ever set eyes on snowboarding, fallen to like it in seconds of watching it in February - I hope there will be a moment in my teens when I'll be able to experience the same feelings I imagine it to be.

What inspires me so much is the way they fall, or experience something so horrifying like Mark McMorris who almost died last year came back doing what he loved. The way they manage
to get back up, and finish what they came to do. This came from the heart, now I've got two important things I really want to do; 1) Snowboard 2)Surf 3)Climb Mt. Everest call me crazy if you want ;) I thought my sister was the wilder one out of us since she loves rock bands, maybe not. I am the one who wants to play electric guitar and do so many things, so.... here goes. Don't you love the freedom of writing? Precious x

A/N the Olympics has started as early as 8th BC to the 4th AD to now, and there's still no emoji? I spent 20 mins looking for it...

You know that feeling you got when you were a child? When you were laughing with joy, someone pushing you on swings, swinging through the air, wind rushing past your ears, the world spinning out of control, you loved the feeling so you scream "higher! higher!" your wish being granted, you squeal louder. Just tilt your head back and look at the candyfloss wisps of clouds - one of the best feelings ever, that's what losing control feels like, that's what I get from gliding down slopes, snowboarding.

This is the moment I lose myself, the moment I let go. Successfully leaving complete awareness of the world - my life is hanging in the balance.

You may think I hate the way the wind slams peacefully into my face,

I hate it.

You may think I'm absolutely petrified of plummeting to the ground taking the weight it my knees.

Absolutely petrified

Knowing I could lose everything in the rushing seconds, flashing before my eyes.

Airborne through power and determination x

I open my eyes in sudden alarm - agitated by the wind chill slamming against my face and sinking deep into my lungs overpowering my nostrils, pulling me back into reality.

The lights are scattered in a different array of sparkling lights, the streets are illuminated in the sea of lights, swarms of people staring at screens, absorbed in taking photographs with one another, their laughter hugging me, reassuring me.

Not that it stopped the swirls of panic that sunk deep in a bottomless pit in my stomach.

This was my last day of freedom before I was thrown back into my world of competitions.

I constantly recite each move - after being kicked out since my coach being worried I'm "over working" myself and I'll end up knackered by the time I need to produce 4 years of training in a few moments in time - each jump over and over in my mind, imagining I was back at the practice, the board and binding attached to my feet, timing each rotation and angle, soon landing perfectly without over-twisting my body. Landing on my weak side... Paranoia is a powerful force. I still wonder why I snowboard.

Maybe because it's the only thing I seem to love, seem to be jaw-dropping at, snatch all the attention in seconds. I seem to love the sudden heart dropping moment when I travel through the air, infinitely making me dizzy, the soul snatching moment when I feel like I'm walking on water. The immediate adrenaline rush that lifts my spirits up in seconds.  Extreme sports aren't called "extreme" for no reason, And who said all the boys get to have the fun?!