We’d just re-fueled on PB + bacon waffles at 10k feet. And after taking in the view from the top, Nick flew by me toward the descent. I was taking it slow – because it was my first time downhill skiing in six years. And just ahead was my first-ever black diamond descent.
As I stood on the edge of what looked like a cliff, a few thoughts ran through my mind. Ohmigod this is terrifying. Why am I doing this?! Damn you, Nick, for telling me I could do this! Maybe I should trudge back up and take the tram down (and look like a wimp). No! Suck it up and (slowly) ski down!
I chose the latter. And while not fast or very graceful, I made it to the bottom, completely elated. It was the perfect way to close the door on 2017 and set the bar for 2018 – finding my edge and living a little larger.