Yesterday was my second time snowboarding. Aside from learning a new sport, I actually feel like I’m learning a lot about myself. The first time, a month ago, I fell every ten to twenty feet. I knocked the wind out of myself – HARD - twice. I hit my head badly enough that I was worried. Every time though, I laughed and got back up. And that is why I left proud of myself.
Mount Rainier, view from Crystal Mountain Resort Summit.
The second day, yesterday, I kicked serious ass. I boarded all day and only biffed it boarding once, early on. The light bulb went on, something clicked, and like that little girl from Jurassic Park, I was all, “I know this!” as the muscle memory from years of skateboarding came back to me. I was proud of myself, because I rocked it.
Driving home from Crystal.
The lesson I learned was that a good attitude can get you past a steep learning curve, but you have to be willing to get outside your comfort zone, and take some hits. You can’t win if you don’t fight, and you can’t fly if you don’t jump. Starting is the scariest part.
After that, it’s all a unix system.
