What a run!

It was finally here! It was January 17th, 2010. The date I’ve been waiting for, for over 9 months. I woke up at 6:45am, after a restless night of sleep, due to the adrenaline rushing through my entire body. It was finally here, the first day of my ski season. I jumped out of bed and repeated my usual ski routine from previous years. I brushed my teeth, and threw on my ski clothing. After I ate my breakfast, I was out the door. It was a beautiful blue bird day. As I waited for the shuttle to take me to the mountain, I could hear my heart pounding. Finally the bus came. It felt like the longest ride of my life. It was only a 1-mile ride to the mountain. When I got to the mountain, I jumped off the bus strapped my boots on, connected to my skis and got on the lift line. I was seconds away. As I took the lift up, I could feel the cold fresh air blowing through my goggles, and hitting me in the face. There was no better feeling. I got off the lift, and skied to my first run of the season. I drop in; make a beautiful carving turn right, then left. My legs are burning with hurt, joy, and happiness from skiing so hard and intense. What a first run!