day 1 on the hill
i guess this entry's gonna cover the last 3 days i didn't getta talk about.
friday was goodish. the team left right after school so we loaded up our stuff and got comfy in the bus. traffic was real bad but it wasn't so bad cuz i talked my ass off. it was shweet. we changed on the bus so that we could hit the slopes right after we stepped off. course we all had to pee first.
at first i was reeeaaally wobbly. it's been more than a year since i been up and now i'm 20-30 lbs heavier plus the crippling, career-ending, scoliosis. it was a relief to know that i COULD board, but yea, the first run was hell. scott was telling everyone to go slow so while everyone was practicing technique, i was eating snow.
the second time, i felt better and in control so i thought i'd go streaking down the mountain. oh yea. on transition between toe and heel slide, i lost my balance and started careening down the slope. i was literally goin around 30ish before i landed hard on my chest midway through my rampant pilgrimage to the bottom. i eventually stopped rolling but ended up sliding for another 40 feet. i just wanted to stop sliding so i could start puking my guts out. after managing to stop, i just kneeled there and curled up like a guillotine victim in the snow. at that point, the pain was gone cuz i realized that i had gotten the wind knocked outta me. i wanted to tell this other person i was fine but my fuckin body was in total shock. my lungs were down partying with my kidneys and i was just trying to breathe. all i could muster was a triumphant "GACK!", which was enough to freak everyone out.
i was okay. after a coupla minutes i could breathe normal again. picked myself up and continued the way down laughing at myself. oh god, that was fun.
after that, i got my revenge on the hill and did pretty damn well. i managed to not look like an ass the rest of the time but to my frustration, the runs felt shorter and the lift rides, longer. at 8, scott said the school had called us down cuz of the storm the next day, which meant we couldn't spend the nite. i got kinda frustrated cuz i didn't wanna deal with another bus ride right now. we free ski/boarded for another half hour, went pee again, and then went to have some fucking expensive dinner. i spent 11 bucks on 6 pieces of french toast and an oreo shake. i was reeeaally tired on the way back. ugh, we were all maaaad.
well thank god we came down cuz there was no way we were goin to saturday. been goin to bed at 1 for the last 8 days. i should quit.
the ice was great on the most part but like everyone else has already said u couldn't do anything. i wanted to mayb chill at anna's place before the meet, but i couldn't even get around on the porch for starters.
still haven't started the ljp yet. uh oh.
friday was goodish. the team left right after school so we loaded up our stuff and got comfy in the bus. traffic was real bad but it wasn't so bad cuz i talked my ass off. it was shweet. we changed on the bus so that we could hit the slopes right after we stepped off. course we all had to pee first.
at first i was reeeaaally wobbly. it's been more than a year since i been up and now i'm 20-30 lbs heavier plus the crippling, career-ending, scoliosis. it was a relief to know that i COULD board, but yea, the first run was hell. scott was telling everyone to go slow so while everyone was practicing technique, i was eating snow.
the second time, i felt better and in control so i thought i'd go streaking down the mountain. oh yea. on transition between toe and heel slide, i lost my balance and started careening down the slope. i was literally goin around 30ish before i landed hard on my chest midway through my rampant pilgrimage to the bottom. i eventually stopped rolling but ended up sliding for another 40 feet. i just wanted to stop sliding so i could start puking my guts out. after managing to stop, i just kneeled there and curled up like a guillotine victim in the snow. at that point, the pain was gone cuz i realized that i had gotten the wind knocked outta me. i wanted to tell this other person i was fine but my fuckin body was in total shock. my lungs were down partying with my kidneys and i was just trying to breathe. all i could muster was a triumphant "GACK!", which was enough to freak everyone out.
i was okay. after a coupla minutes i could breathe normal again. picked myself up and continued the way down laughing at myself. oh god, that was fun.
after that, i got my revenge on the hill and did pretty damn well. i managed to not look like an ass the rest of the time but to my frustration, the runs felt shorter and the lift rides, longer. at 8, scott said the school had called us down cuz of the storm the next day, which meant we couldn't spend the nite. i got kinda frustrated cuz i didn't wanna deal with another bus ride right now. we free ski/boarded for another half hour, went pee again, and then went to have some fucking expensive dinner. i spent 11 bucks on 6 pieces of french toast and an oreo shake. i was reeeaally tired on the way back. ugh, we were all maaaad.
well thank god we came down cuz there was no way we were goin to saturday. been goin to bed at 1 for the last 8 days. i should quit.
the ice was great on the most part but like everyone else has already said u couldn't do anything. i wanted to mayb chill at anna's place before the meet, but i couldn't even get around on the porch for starters.
still haven't started the ljp yet. uh oh.