I hate skiing. No, really. I hate it.
Yup, had a GS race yesterday at Pat's Peak. The course was WICKED ripped up, but I did ok. Considering how much I loathe and suck at GS. Still waiting for coach to get the results back, hopefully I made top 30...I doubt it.
Today was all slalom. I was soooo pumped about doing it...haven't since Valentine's Day last year. I've been going thru withdrawal. So first run of the day, I went over to the racecourse, along with Jack Zoffman, Brian, and some other guys, and I ran it. When I saw those red and blue single gates all lined up there for me, I had an orgasm. Seriously. So I went for it, and I was so pumped up, I started shinning gates out of the way. Which is fine. When you remember how to do it. Third gate in, I caught a tip right on the gate and walked out of my bindings. I was kind of laughing, haha, I dont remember how to do the thing I love most in the world, popped my ski back on, and went thru the rest of the course.
Each run thru was worse than the last. I could not, for the LIFE of me, remember how to ski slalom. It was horrible. It was so depressing. After one particularly bad run, I pulled up next to Coach Chris who was standing at the bottom of the course, ripped my pole straps off my wrists and CHUCKED my poles in his general direction, then I grabbed my face guard and shook my head and I SCREAMED. I was so mad I couldn't even breathe; I was gasping like a fish being stepped on. After Coach picked up my poles for me, he said something to the effect of, "I'm not going to give your poles back...Try tunning the course without them." To which I said, "I don't want my poles back. Why do you think I threw them at you, Coach?" Needless to say, Coach Matt and the Wildcat trainers Dave and John thought that was pretty funny when I told them why I didn't have poles. Oh yeah, running the gates without poles didn't help either.
I got pretty mad then too, so I started punching gates out of the way with my fists. I'm prolly gonna have huge bruises on my knuckles. I deserve it. Gawd, how bad can you GET over 8 months? I'm worse than I was starting out as a freshman. ARRRRRRGHHHHHH.
I'm pretty pissed at myself, as you can probably deduce. I'm considering running up and down my stairs, both for punishment and to get my quads and butt back in shape. Which they apparently aren't. And in the meantime, I'll continue to beat myself up over my failure as a person.
Today was all slalom. I was soooo pumped about doing it...haven't since Valentine's Day last year. I've been going thru withdrawal. So first run of the day, I went over to the racecourse, along with Jack Zoffman, Brian, and some other guys, and I ran it. When I saw those red and blue single gates all lined up there for me, I had an orgasm. Seriously. So I went for it, and I was so pumped up, I started shinning gates out of the way. Which is fine. When you remember how to do it. Third gate in, I caught a tip right on the gate and walked out of my bindings. I was kind of laughing, haha, I dont remember how to do the thing I love most in the world, popped my ski back on, and went thru the rest of the course.
Each run thru was worse than the last. I could not, for the LIFE of me, remember how to ski slalom. It was horrible. It was so depressing. After one particularly bad run, I pulled up next to Coach Chris who was standing at the bottom of the course, ripped my pole straps off my wrists and CHUCKED my poles in his general direction, then I grabbed my face guard and shook my head and I SCREAMED. I was so mad I couldn't even breathe; I was gasping like a fish being stepped on. After Coach picked up my poles for me, he said something to the effect of, "I'm not going to give your poles back...Try tunning the course without them." To which I said, "I don't want my poles back. Why do you think I threw them at you, Coach?" Needless to say, Coach Matt and the Wildcat trainers Dave and John thought that was pretty funny when I told them why I didn't have poles. Oh yeah, running the gates without poles didn't help either.
I got pretty mad then too, so I started punching gates out of the way with my fists. I'm prolly gonna have huge bruises on my knuckles. I deserve it. Gawd, how bad can you GET over 8 months? I'm worse than I was starting out as a freshman. ARRRRRRGHHHHHH.
I'm pretty pissed at myself, as you can probably deduce. I'm considering running up and down my stairs, both for punishment and to get my quads and butt back in shape. Which they apparently aren't. And in the meantime, I'll continue to beat myself up over my failure as a person.