It is November 14th and I have already experienced the first day of my snowboarding season.
I can feel pain in parts of my body that I never thought I could feel. But it was an awesome fucking day.
Alex and I drove up to A-basin ski lift yesterday and I was hella pumped. I was thinking to myself, “I can hold my own on a skateboard, this can’t be that hard.” My confidence level was really high. I went up the chair lift my heart was pumping heavy; I was ready to take on this mountain.
Until I actually stood on the board…
My first run ever and I fell at-LEAST 40 times. Each fall, my knees or my tailbone smacked into these solid patches of ice. (I thought snow was supposed to be fluffy?) The first run, I pretty much only made it down the mountain through a series of falls and butt scoots. But I was determined to be better on the second run. So we went up the chair lift again, and again I slam my knees and ass into the ground. I stood up, then I was down. This time the pain was exponentially worse, each time I fell a surge of pain released into my mind and my body. I was literally cursing myself. “Jordan you are so damn weak, just stand up! STAND UP!” Eventually through the middle of the second run, after I had completely beat myself up some things started to click. I stopped being angry at myself, and at this beautiful mountain. It was almost magical the way I was picking up each little detail at a time, and I started to be okay with the fact that I was falling. I laughed, smiled almost knowing that when I got up, I would be better. When I stopped being angry I was able to clearly think and react the way that I wanted to and then get to where I wanted to be which was successfully down that mountain.
Life is about reaction. And honestly this mountain taught me a hell of a lot more than just how to snowboard, but what it really taught me was how to stand up and face my demons. If you act out of a place of fear or anger than you will only feel that surge of anger and fear. Over the course of the day I probably fell down 75-100 times but I did not let that stop me. Instead I conquered the fear, and respectfully moved on to a smooth and graceful ride down the mountain.
Bottom line is; if you want something to change you do not just stay in one place and continue to get beat up. No – you stand up, you keep moving and eventually you get right to where you are meant to be.