I was thinking about that today. I'm trying to convince my Dad to get a hip replacement. I am going to try and convey to him, there is no feeling like getting back up after being knocked down, there is no shot in the ass like it. Sure I know with the meniscus they cut out of my knee it will be a piece of shit long before it should have been...But each of the succeeding 5 years have been better than the last, and I don't know if I ever would have had the same fire if I never had something take me down so hard for the better part of a year and a half. My attitude about skiing was...incomplete. There were things missing in my love for skiing.
There is something about it that changes your perspective and never lets you take a moment for granted. Something that brings the mind and body closer together, and really makes you focus like never before on ironing out your habitual flaws and inefficient body mechanics, I swear. Maybe I never would have found my "center". Never would have stopped flapping my arms around and truly quieted my upper body. I never would have learned to have actual !fun! in the moguls.
I just thought I would share that with thought with you all tonight. It may sound crazy, but as the years go by, I find myself going from thinking "I wish I could take back that one fucking mistake, that one second I wasn't paying attention to my feet"...To: "I wouldn't trade that dipshit gaper moment for anything on earth". 
We'll see though, give me another 5 years on that to be sure.
"The skis just popped me up out of the snow and I went screaming down the hill on a high better than any heroin junkie." She Ra
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