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snowboarding.
snowboarding.
(I'm getting too old for this.)
My mother once said to me (as my memory recalls), "I can't imagine why you would strap yourself to a board and go whizzing down a hill." Well, Mom, neither do I. It really doesn't seem that intelligent.
But, I picked snowboarding up in college at the suggestion of a friend, and happened to have acquaintances who were patient enough to take me along and teach* me. Now, 10 years later, I've somewhat lost that excitement, urge, and drive to travel to a mountain to shred every weekend. Knowing I need to be at work at Monday (without injury) has calmed me enough to simply enjoy the cruise control (rather then throw myself of jumps and stare down a rail or a pipe).
Regardless, I still love it. I get pumped up with a fluttery stomach when I strap in to my bindings and slide off the lift. The beauty and the call of the mountains will never cease.
*As in, wished me good luck and said "See you at the bottom!" It really is the only way to learn, ha!
Breck, CO |
Mad ups. Breck, CO. |
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