Yesterday. Was. Amazeballs.
The day before, not so much. I had one of those stupid I’m-afraid-of-every-damned-thing days. I was close to panic on a stupid blue run, just because there were a few pesky little snow bumps on it. I made it down, whimpering the whole way…
I felt ridiculous. I have done way harder runs with way bigger bumps and survived. Probably wasn’t pretty, but I did them. I felt sorry for myself for a little while, then something interesting happened.
I got sick of it. I got sick of myself. I got sick of being scared of something I KNOW I’m perfectly capable of doing. Matt was going to go down one more run, up a lift that only has black terrain. I surprised the hell out of him when I told him I was going with him. He said, “You know there are only blacks up there, right???” Yep. I know.
Up I went. And it wasn’t a problem. I was a little scared, sure, but that shit is steep! But I did it.
No excuses. That’s my theme for the year. Fear is probably the worst excuse you can give yourself. It’s okay to be afraid, it’s not okay to let yourself give in and maybe miss out on something awesome just because you’re a little afraid.
And so, yesterday was awesome. I went in knowing I had figured something out the day before, and used that. When Matt joked about going down the black run with the giant bumps, I went. It’s wasn’t pretty. I was a little nervous, sure. But I did it. And when he said we should go back to that run that caused me so much grief the day before, I went and I did it twice. And I wasn’t scared.
No excuses.
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