Well as some of you may know I ski a lot.... But the resin I ski so much is because it brings me joy.
I love the rush you get that feeling you get when you're at the top of the hill ready to take it head on even though there is a small part of you that's scared. The thrill of over looking that small part of you that's scared. That's nothing compared to actually rushing down the hill. The joy of feeling the cold air striking you in the face when you are just headed forward. When all you strive for is that feeling of pure joy. That feeling you get when all around you is buzzing but you can't hear it because you're to focused ahead.(I have to write a little down side to you know)
There is always that one feeling you wish you could forget the feeling that drives people away from the sport the feeling of pain. the deep pit that forms in your stomach when you suddenly catch an edge. When you topple down the hill smacking on the hardened snow like a rag doll. The feeling of every body watching you. the eyes following your helpless body lie or toppling down the hill. The embarrassment you feel when this happens is almost as powerful as the pain. The shier regret.
You also may know I race. This is me talking about that to.
Ski racing know body really knows how to discribe it. The fear the adrenaline the joy the pain of the tight cold air whipping your face just swallows you. Making it feel like you could just take of and start flying half way down the run. Is there such thing as a good pain to me and probably all other ski racers. The pain of the knuckles that slightly peeks out from your poll guards smacking the gate as it goes flying down. Also the noise of people racing. The steady smack and slide that you hear as the skiers effortlessly glide down the hill almost identical to when you through a smooth rock across a water front and it just skips along following the flow not really knowing what their doing but being in complete control.
-Kate
