Sunday, December 07, 2008

Movement Analysis

12 & -6
bindings forward on the board
your A is ascew - put more weight over the front foot to balance it out
look back uphill on your toeside turn
ride switch & execute the principles
cowboy out your stance
dynamic shittin' & strokin' to carve

Friday, December 05, 2008

Cracked Ribs?

I wish I could see the inside of my skeleton right now so I would have a better understanding of what is going on in the torso of my frame. I'm particularly concerned with the area right below my right breast where there is a nagging ache from the crash I took on my snowboard 11 or 12 days ago.

The first day it was difficult to breathe. The second day I wanted to punch anyone that made me laugh. Coughing wasn't an option because it pretty much made me want to die.

I didn't ride for almost a week. I went out last Sunday in an effort to keep my sanity. I told my boyfriend I would be super conservative, and I was. I had reached the point where I could laugh and cough with ease, although sneezing was still not an option.

On Monday I felt worse. I tried to go for a run and after the first hill the air filling my lungs was putting way too much pressure on the area where something isn't right.

I rode again on Tuesday, still conservative. On Wednesday I opened it up a little. I let myself go fast. I strayed off the groomers and remembered why I love riding. Thursday I stayed in bed all day but I noticed I could use some of my muscles to sit up. Today it still hurts.

I wish I could see my skeleton but I'm not going to get an X-Ray.

Thursday, December 04, 2008

Waiting

I know it will snow. It has to. Until then. . .I wait. Not so patiently.

Monday, January 14, 2008

Dawn Patrol turned Dusk

Fresh snow last week got me out of bed at 5:30 am to rally for early morning runs. I didn't think it could get any better than the first day. A clear sky. Untracked tree runs with knee deep powder. The next day the mantra that kept repeating in my head was, "I can't believe it can be this good!" It was dumping on us as we got ready, our group size had almost doubled, and the snow kept falling. "I can't believe it can be this good!"


Who needs the ski resort when you have friends that will wake up early for powder runs and take turns driving the redneck chairlift?