Well I fucked this one up didn't I? Here's the story.... (no pictures sorry, yes they would be funny)(edit: I do have some pics of my skis covered in blood i'll try to get them up)
So at 4:15 am on friday morning I depart from Seattle for Rossland BC to attend the 2008 Canadian Open Junior Freeskiing Championships at Red Mountain. The drive starts off by heading up to Steven's which has just received 20 inches of fresh overnight, under normal circumstances this would most likely signify the start to an epic day. Today, however, time constraints forced me to continue and after some brief vehicular trouble I was on my way. Once pass the cascades most of eastern Washington was caked in fog. After a horrible breakfast in Spokane, more hours of uneventful driving, and some border hassles, I made it to the mountain around 2pm. Time enough for 2 runs on the qualifying venue.
Well maybe I had been watching too many IFSA videos or something but the venue at red was at the same time both a r elief and a let down. It was my first trip to the area and first ever competition, I guess I was expecting the 50* salt and pepper gnar fields of lore, not the extended bump run littered with a few mini hucks (Don't get me wrong this glorified bump run kicked my ass by the time the weekend was finished). I told myself that this was a good thing as my bump skiing technique is fairly aesthetic and solid. So after one lousy warm up run during which time I could help but think "what have I gotten myself into" I got back into it and got on my game. I nailed a pretty solid run down the area beneath the venue (which, at the time, I thought was part of the course) taking air and nailing a couple zipper lines. I was feeling good about the comp the next day, albeit still pretty nervous.
Well saturday, day 1 of the comp, rolls around. I get up there at the ass crack of dawn for an early morning inspection, my boots are killing me and I haven't eaten or had my coffee, but I check out my airs and decide on my line. I'm anxious as hell but very excited. Since I am about 80 or so deep in the start order I go down to fix myself up. After some food, espresso, and a repositioning of my buckles, I feel ready to take on the world. With some bumping music on my I-pod, I headed over to the other side of the area to spin some laps. My skiing is A+ and I feel, for the first time, like I have a shot at doing O.K. in this competition. After three laps on the double chair, I head back over to check the progress at the competition. As I'm riding up the main lift over to where the competition is being held, the chair stops for a good twenty or so minutes until the back up power kicks in. Once I get to the top I realize I had another hour or so until my run but due to the chair going down the competitors were asked to stay at the top. Then shit (for me at least) hit the fan...
I don't know exactly what to call it. The best I can come up with is stage fright. At the time I didn't think anything of it, dismissing it as typical excitement. But for that hour while I waited I was completely restless. I had gone through my run so many times in my head I was sick of seeing it, I was pacing back and forth around the start lines. I would not keep my mouth shut , talking to anybody who would hold a conversation. By the time that I had dropped to the snow and started doing pushups I was garnering some weird looks. I paced around more, contemplated turning up my DIN, asked to borrow a screw driver to do so, thought better of it, climbed a rock and hucked off it in my ski boots, did jumping jacks, jittered, etc. I guess this should have slightly alarmed me but I didn't think of it at the time. When my number was almost up I clicked into my skis and got in line. I never stopped shaking. I figured these shakes would stop and everything would go calm when I dropped in, they/it didn't. When it was my turn to go, I dropped in still shaking, and headed over to my first air, a small one by most standards, but fairly big for this course. I stuck the landing but noticed I was a little in the back seat, I ran it out and tried to get back forward. That is when I noticed I was freaking out. It is hard to describe, my legs were shaking but so was my mind, if I had been talking I would have been stuttering like mad, it was like I was frozen but wouldn't allow myself to freeze. I found myself in the back seat and could not for the life of me pull myself out. This was due partially to the fact that I could not allow myself slow down for anything, I was so anxious to complete my run *fluidly* (thats a laugh) that I would not allow myself a second to gather myself. This impatience combined with my inability to either ski or formulate a coherent rational plan led me to cut 4 airs out of my line, a choice which at the time I thought could save my other scores at the expense of my linescore. Well so much for that At the bottom of my line, I headed right for a tiny air I knew was there but hadn't even planned on hitting. I hit it, and in an example of some of the worst skiing I've demoed in a long time, I landed the 2.5 foot hit completely in the back seat attempting to wrench my skis around using only the back 50 cm of the ski in my best attempt at a LeroyTurntm. I'm not sure what happened but as a result of sucking it up so much I some how fell over on my downhill side. And while in retrospect this would have been a great time to gather myself and consider how to not fuck up the last 200ft of my run, I instead rolled onto my feet as fast as I could and headed to my last air. Small hit but some how I lost balance in the air and upon landing immediately ate shit. I lost a ski and rolled smashing my face into the snow and bloodying my nose. While hitting my face was a very minor injury, it certainly managed to produce a lot of blood and so after quickly retrieving my ski I crossed the finish line with blood pouring from my face. I was half crying to myself over how bad I fucked up and half laughing at the image of me leaking blood all over the snow. After some spectators and competitors asked me if I was ok (and I'm sure were thinking to themselves "look at the poor idiot who doesn't no how to ski"
), I headed back down. And here's the worst part in my mind, after stopping the bleeding but still sort of crying to myself, I skied a super solid line down the bumped out liftline to the base, nerves completely gone.
Overall I'm glad I went but super disappointed in how it went. I'm not that disappointed with how I did (not even sure how I did, I'm sure it was near the very bottom) as I had kept very low expectations going into my first event. I was just very disappointed with how I screwed up, I had hoped that by going to this event I could identify problems in my skiing that I could then work to fix for future comps. Instead, I left feeling neither that the terrain was too difficult for me nor that my skiing was not up to par, I had a problem that was not really skiing related so much as psychologically related. I now feel like I have no idea what to do differently next time to keep me from freezing up again.
Well thats my story....
Edit: I know the long paragraphs are hard to read, I hoped the formating would help. If its tough to read, don't. I don't care. I'm just glad I was able to get this out
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