AH. Skiing. Tis the season to pack the boots and poles, adorn the helmets and ipods and let go of everything but the hill, your line, and the beat in your ear. I ski fast. I love the wind whipping past me and my edges cutting into the snow. I don't have flawless technique, as Brent will tell you smiling, but I ski fast anyway because there is something very dangerous about skiing fast, and if you ski carefully you end up looking like an idiot. It's a thrill usually needed in my life of discipline. Who doesn't need a little danger in their lives?
2 comments:
Ah! Loved your post! I'm your exact opposite. I mozy when I ski. I love to float. Never been one for fast skiing--it scares me. But it seems you have always been more daring than I. Happy skiing!
I wouldn't have guessed you to be the type to throw caution to the wind, but good for you. I think it is your free spirit and maybe a little determination to show Brent you've got it baby!
Post a Comment