“Slow down!” my mom yelled at me; however, I couldn’t. I just kept accelerating down the hill with no end in sight. I was trying everything I could, but my skis wouldn’t listen to me. Then suddenly... Crash! Bang! I tumbled on the hard snow in order to avoid the net coming increasingly close to me. It was a frigid Sunday morning in Russell, Manitoba, where we decided to travel to the Asessippi Ski Resort. My brothers were extremely fidgety, rambunctious, and noisy; you could tell they were thrilled to finally arrive at the resort. After a quick nap during the car ride, I was excited and anticipating the slopes. This is the first time my family has gone snowboarding and skiing together, and I was prepared for the possibility of falling flat …show more content…
My mom was sure I was going to be fine. She started teaching me the steps of what to do: how to slow down, how to walk up the hill on my skis if there were no carpet, etc. We arrived at the magic carpet, as they call it, and started to go up. Mom told me how to get off, but I so was caught up in my own thoughts that I didn’t listen. When I tried to get off, I fell because I thought you had to get off from the side. I was wrong. Before we went down, my mom told me that I had to listen to every word she instructed me to do. We started to head down the hill slowly by turning our skis to the inside making it look like a pizza shape. This allowed me to zigzag down the hill at a comfortable speed. I began off slowly and started to go faster by the middle of the hill. My mom kept telling me to slow down. I kept trying, but it wasn’t working. At that time, I was almost at the end of the hill; I still wasn’t slowing down. I started to panic! As soon as I got to the end, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to stop. So, I purposely fell; it hurt, although not as much as it would have if I had crashed into the net. A man who worked at the Asessippi Ski Resort saw me fall and decided to give me tips on how to ski. They were the exact same instructions my mom had given to
At 6pm on a Saturday evening, Sally and her parents were on their way to go skiing for their 20th time. The whole family was extremely excited and looking forward to this, especially since the place was somewhere they’d never been to before. As they were in the car, Sally was daydreaming about what the place would look like, and wondered if her worst fear would be there: ski lifts. Everything about this scared her. The car is out in the open, has no roof, and the ride could malfunction at any time. Since this unanswered question was on her mind now, she decided to ask her parents to see if they knew. “I’m just wondering, do either of you know if there are going to be ski lifts at the place?” Both of her parents paused in confusion but didn’t
As practitioners in the Orthotics and Prosthetic field we owe our patients not only our skills of mind and hand, but also the encouragement to live their lives to the fullest. We want them to have a life worth living in spite of whatever physical difficulties they possess. There are many ways to accomplish this, but one of the lesser known is adaptive snow sports.
I was afraid at first; I had heard many over-exaggerated stories from people who had claimed foul play, on the part of gravity, while skiing. So naturally I was a bit skeptical, but Michael assured me that the best way to learn was to just go all out and try my luck on one of the many intermediate slopes. At the time it had sounded reasonable, so I did. I've heard it said before; "It's easier said than done." Whoever coined that one knew what he was talking about.
Pieter and I were determined to become proficient water skiers, while Rhea had knee issues that limited her participation. The Gibson Girl only had a forty horsepower motor, which wasn’t sufficient power for faster skiing or for doing tricks like skiing barefoot. I remember using the Comfort for some of our skiing before Dad traded the outboard for a sixteen-foot Gar Wood Junior, which had an inboard motor and more power. Pieter and I spent hours practicing the basics of getting up efficiently, skiing across the wake and then jumping the wake. It wasn’t long before we developed a passion for mastering slalom skiing. I wanted to ski all the time during that period.
Flying down the slopes, wind nipping at my cheeks, we soar down the trail. I’m right behind my cousin JB. “Superman!” I shout, and JB reaches to his right. “Aaannddd, Spongebob!” I yell, then he reaches left. I reference the cartoon duct tape on his mittens to get him to turn. It couldn’t be a more beautiful day, just two cousins and a couple friends skiing. However, JB gets to ski a lot faster and on much more difficult terrain than most other eight-year-olds because he skis quite differently than his peers. We really enjoy skiing together, even though we do not ski like most other people. JB can’t ski normally because of something we found out six years ago…
We get warmed up on this hill and are ready to go on some bigger slopes. The Hemlock, the biggest hill at Timber Ridge, I had never done this hill but I was ready today. We board over to the lift and head up. I’m a little nervous but at the same time I was more confident in my snowboarding abilities than ever. I strap myself in at the top of the hill and prepare for the massive hill. Apparently I was not paying enough attention to the terrain because I go down the same side as the moguls. As a younger man these moguls looked colossal to me. I somehow make it through the moguls and pick up speed towards the end of the hill. I was going too fast and did not want to fly into anybody or onto the frozen pond. I panic and take a leap of faith into the ground. “FEWWWW”, I’m alright and feeling pretty good about myself for not actually falling on the hill. My confidence is pretty high at this point so we go to the terrain park. The beginner park is called the pumpkin patch. You take a tow rope up the hill not a lift. I grab the rope as it yanks me up the hill. At the top I survey the hill. There is 2 grinds, a few jumps and some other things that I was not sure what they were. I start down the hill and go for the wide grind. I miraculously don’t bust my head on the grind, next was a jump I go off it and fall when I land. This is pretty normal I’m told since it’s my first time on the terrain park. I practice a bunch more times and get decent at the
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I almost fell off a cliff on the side of a mountain. I was in Pitkin, Colorado, on a camping trip during the summer of 2009. The trees were green, the air was fresh so were the lakes, rivers, and ponds were stocked with fish and wildlife was everywhere. Usually, on these camping trips, I would be accompanied by a large number of people. However, this time, it was just my parents, my three brothers, and my two sisters. I was almost 12 years old at the time and having three older brothers made me very competitive. Naturally, when my family decided to climb one of the mountain’s which were around us, I wanted to be the first one to reach its peak.
...I jumped on the boulder and there I stood one jump away from gaining back my popularity. Looking at the cold ice had already given me shiver. I counted to three and jumped, I had broken the ice feet first. Beneath the ice was dark and extremely cold. I wasn’t able to see anything; I was frightened that I wouldn’t find my way back. It was an unusual feeling, like time had stopped and everything was moving slow. I ran out of breath and eventually found my way back. The whole school assumed that I had died from coldness and wouldn’t come back up. After warming up, it was the new kids turn to jump. Everyone waited but he couldn’t jump he choked. I was glad and proud of myself for overcoming my anxiety. The quote by Amit Ray really inspired me and will never be forgotten: “If you want to conquer the anxiety of life, live in the moment, live in the breath.”
However, when I gaze upon the gleamy white snow crystals covering the Sierras, there is only one activity that comes to mind, snowboarding. It's one of the big things I’m good at. Feeling the snow-filled wind across my face, while skidding and gliding with swiftness across the white plains, my adrenaline sparks to unreachable heights. The pain I experience when I wipe out in the snow is unbearably, but at the same time it's almost like a metaphor for life. Whenever you fall, no matter how hard the fall, you have to pick yourself back up. This makes me both physically and mentally
Unsure of his exact location, cold and growing weary he started his tedious climb up what he thought was the northern side of the peak, he was unsure how he got to where he was, but his best guess was that when he was the origin of a small avalanche. His last memory before his startling awakening in his would be snowy grave was snowboarding. It had been just after lunch and he thought he would try some new terrain. He laced up his snowshoes, and proceeded to climb to the highest point of the mountain.
I was 8 years old and my dad was driving me to Cascade Mountain to go skiing for the first time. I couldn’t wait to get there and start skiing down the hill! “First, we have to go to the rental place to get your skis, boots, and poles and then we can start skiing,” my dad explained. We got to the rental place to try my ski boots on, but I realized that they were too tight on me. “They’re supposed to be tight so you don’t fall out of your boots.” my dad said. When I found boots that fit me, my dad found some poles that looked cool and he took my boots and poles to the workers and they started measuring the boots. Then, they found some skis for me and started sliding this thing on the skis to the right measurement and when they were done, they said we could start skiing.
Thin air encompasses me as I commence the final day of skiing at Vail, Colorado. Seven days of skiing elapse rather painlessly; I fall occasionally but an evening in the Jacuzzi soothes my minor aches. Closing time approaches on the final day of our trip as I prepare myself for the final run of the vacation. Fresh off the ski lift, I coast toward the junction of trails on the unoccupied expert face of the mountain. After a moment of thought, I confidently select a narrow trail so steep that only the entrance can be seen from my viewpoint.
Challenge plays an essential role in defining a sport; it provides the individual with the feeling of achievement in success. Skiing poses challenge even in its simplest foundations. Skiing on a poor quality hill, with icy snow and poor upkeep can sometimes create more challenge than a well-groomed slope. Skiing in the backcountry away from lifts and other people in freshly fallen snow provides an opportunity for the best of skiers to test t...
Whenever I talk to friends about the winter break plans, the one word is mentioned. It is snowboarding, which is the second winter sports. I have never gone snowboarding, but if I have a chance, I will try to do this because it looks very exciting. Snowboarding is really different from skiing. Snowboarding has many big fans, kind of mania, unlike skiing, which people usually do. It is hard to learn, and it is easier to get injured than skiing. Therefore, you must wear protective gear such as a wrist guard, a tendon guard, and especially a hip protector. The center of gravity is important when you snowboard as how to go, stop, and curve are related to change a weight balance. Because of it, people fall down many times, so the way you fall down is as important as the protective gears. Many people try to fall on their hands when they fall down, but it is dangerous.