my bed, an act some deemed downright idiotic. I strip off my pj’s, throw on my robe, and head for
working order and ready for take- off. As I open the front door, I am shocked by the cold and
I take a deep breath and savor the frsh air. Already, I can feel the pressure of deadlines lifted off
well. I skate over to the first pitch of the double diamond slope, and map out where I will take the
I appreciate the sound of carving the first turn as if it was my very last. The crunching of
the snow under my feet empowers me to crush the antagonists in my everyday life. The second
and third turns secure my self- confidence. Only with the fourth turn do I start to realize that
things are not always that easy.
I heard it said often, “It’s easier said than done.” I never believed it until now. I only skid
to finish this run or to reach my goals, I have to be ready for the tricky spots. I know that at any
moment I could fall and be forced to start over. My lifetime goals can be affected by any number
of things – grades slipping, drugs and alcohol – and I have to be ready to handle anything.
determined. Now, I take sharper, shorter turns. I glide swiftly toward the chairlift just now
I thrill at the prospect of conquering this hill. I feel proud of myself. I am gratified to know
ride the lift back to my car. I only came for one run, the run to help me survive the week. I drive
home grinning ear to ear