Living in the Lehigh Valley, there are a ton of people that snowboard. Most of my friends snowboard and I never did, so I decided to give it a try. With a small group of my friends, we went to Bear Creek. Many kids at my school often met here, so it was pretty crowded. It was cold, wet, and uncomfortable at first. After getting my gear on that I borrowed from a friend, we went to the practice hill. Right off the bat I knew it would be a long day. I fell over and over again; the practice hill was extremely crowded, mostly with little kids. All of my friends were pretty decent so we didn’t stay on the practice hill long, just long enough for me to learn a few tips and hurt myself a few times. Up next was the beginner hill. The beginner hill had a lift unlike the practice hill; it was a short slope with two hills and a rail. I continued to have trouble and got more and more wet and sore. But as we continued I gained confidence and was able to go through the course once or twice without falling. Even though I was getting better, it was still not very fun and the pain …show more content…
This is where I stopped having fun. This slope was about four times as long as the beginner slope, and was ten times as hard! While going down all my friends flew past me, except for one who felt bad for me. The beginning of the slope was relatively flat, and took me about ten minutes to go down. Near the bottom of the slope it became extremely steep, and I flew down and fell. This is where I fell for the 100th time and broke my phone. It was finally time to leave! When I arrived home, I instantly put my phone in rice and two days later it came back to life. I was sore for days afterward, and had a bruise on my thigh where my phone was. My friends thought it was hilarious that my first day went so poorly. In the end, even though it was a rough day, it was really fun looking back at it, and it gave me an experience I would
Interestingly enough, snowboarding was invented by Sherman Poppen in North Muskegon, Michigan, back in 1965. Nowadays, snowboarding is considered one of the most popular winter sports among teenagers. On the other hand, there are many people that don’t have the slightest idea how to ride a snowboard straight down a hill. There are four steps to learn the basic skills of snowboarding.
Have you ever experience extreme boredom during the winter or have those wintertime blues? There is a sport out there that could very well dissipate those feelings, and that sport is snowboarding. Snowboarding is a sport for the adrenaline junkie. It is guaranteed to get your heart racing. The rush Will keep you coming back for more!
I rush toward the mechanical clanking and rattling of the ski lift and collapse into the chair. Exhausted, I use this time to restore my energy. I begin to form the image of the steep route that I plan to attempt on my next run. Its nearly vertical face, large jagged rocks, and rough terrain send shivers down my spine and adrenaline into my veins. I painfully recall my previous attempt, where I did not perform the necessary technique in order to survive the run without a crash. This time,
One day I was headed to go get some food before I went to study, and since it was in the middle of typical class time I thought it would be alright to take my board without having too much of an issue. I started out and the path to get to campus is down a large hill. I debated whether it would be good for me to ride my board down the hill as I walked across the street to the top of the hill. I figured it wouldn’t be that bad and there wasn’t a lot of people walking, so less chance of casualty. Hmm I started down the hill. Let me remind you that I have a full backpack on, which made it harder to balance on and maneuver on the board without over doing it or falling
I opened my eyes and they focused immediately on all that space between me and the bottom of the drop. I wasn’t even half way down the drop an I felt the whole drop in my gut I enjoy the feeling so I like getting on them rides.Coming back up for another turn I look to my right and friend Olivia from school screaming as
As we climbed higher and higher, my stomach churned more and more at the sound of each clicking belt moving us in the direction of the first drop. Just before the peak we had stopped moving and in increments we gradually moved forward over the first hill. I begged fearfully to my dad, “I can’t do this! I can’t do this! Get me off!”
My first time, even standing on the long board, I had to have my friend who was teaching me hold my hands and pull me along. Even with his help I almost fell off four times in a five-foot straight line. After that, I began to have serious doubts as to whether or not I could do it. I was constantly terrified of falling, and if I lost my balance for even a second, I would get scared and jump off
Summer vacation, and school ends for about three months, and then you have as much fun as you can, then back to school… right? Well I had to go to summer school, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Everything was going fine, I had a job after summer school, and that was going fine as well. They say that summer is supposed to be fun and exciting, and it usually is for me and my family. However in July my father started coughing up blood. My father usually doesn’t make it his top priority to go to the doctors, so he waited about four weeks until he really didn’t feel good.
for me. I tried riding it and fell the first time trying. I knew in my head that this was because of
I glided downhill on my blue and white skis as the cold mountain air filled my lungs. I repeated the drill, and my success sparked some self-confidence. However, my dad fell on his butt and proceeded to blame his equipment for the incident. Despite his failure, my dad progressed with the rest of the group to a longer, steeper slope. In order to ascend this long slope, we hopped on a black conveyor belt which took us to the top. The slope was long enough for nearly two hundred feet skiing which is enough time for a couple minor turns and ample practice at
Dad said, “We were lousy.” He chickened out at the top of the downhill. “We had to stand up there, all cold and holding our poles close, and then just throw ourselves down. We got so stiff, and it hurt so bad.”
My first time rock climbing, I stared at the wall for six minutes of eternity. I couldn’t stop the tangled knot of thoughts that yanked at my shaking legs (abortabortabort), or my weak hands (you’re crazy, you’re not as good as everyone else; gogogogo). I made eye contact with my belayer and then I made the first jump for a hold. Missing it, I swung out from the rock face in a wide arc like a lost spider. Weighed down by self-doubt and a misplaced sense of achievement (reaching the top) I missed the point of this first excursion: to learn the art of outdoor climbing, which has more nuances than what most people assume.
With sweat pouring down my face, I felt confused not knowing how to stop. Few centimeter away from the kid, I purposely fell down on the cold white snow. Hanging my head low, I felt like thousands of eyes watching and laughing at me. Around me were so many small kids skiing with perfection and here I am, a 16 year old falling down on a beginner hill. Soon, my friends rushed to me and helped me get
It all started when I was three. My father took me to the top of Sugar Loaf, the icon of my hometown, Winona, Minnesota. This rock sits on top of a bluff, overlooking the east side of the city. Looking at it, all I think about is 75 feet of pure, exposed rock climbing. After my first ascent, I was hooked; wanting to climb the same route over and over. This I did for a solid three months, conquering this rock face at least four times a week. My skills improved drastically and my father felt that it was time for me to step out of my comfort zone. We hopped in the car and set off in a southeastern trajectory to Baraboo, Wisconsin. Upon arrival, my father grabbed his pack full of gear. I, on the other hand, grabbed my pathetic, uncomfortable thirty dollar harness and expensive pair of climbing shoes and we set off to the east side of the lake. In my opinion, walking into a climb can be just as hard as the climbing itself. I was pooped by the time I reached the base of the rock, climbing over s...
We got ready at the start line forming a cloud of smoke behind us. All I could smell was burnt gas filling my helmet. Suddenly, the lights turned red, yellow, green then off we went accelerating smoothly through the first kilometer raising dust behind us tending to the sharp turns and hills. As we made the first jump, we crashed into each other and landed like a cannon on hard, dry ground. I felt my temperature rising and sweating like a marathoner in a race. I could not feel my heart beat for a couple of seconds. Quickly I thought I had gotten an internal injury and was going to die. I turned my body slowly in the dusty air to lie on my back as I cried loud for help. as I...