uhhh, last year skiing. I go to hit this one jump, and I get a huge amount of speed. I go off, get huge air, pull a nice stylie grab with a slow, smooth 180, then look over my shoulder to spot my landing. Big problem. Some dumbass middle aged gapper is standing right in the middle of the landing, I tried to scream at him, but before I could get one sylable out I had landed about two feet away from him, and crashed right into him. So i'm lying in a heap on the landing, my knee feels totally f*cked over, and I have a funny tingling sensation along with an intense pain in my shoulder/arm, so bad that I couldn't even tell where it was coming from. As if that wasn't bad enough, the f*cktard gets up and starts yelling at me to watch where I'm going. At that point I basically lost control of what I said, so I really went off on the guy. He looked pretty shocked too, I guess he didn't expect a teenaged girl to fight back quite so fiercly, but in any case, I was REALLY pissed off, and the idiot deserved it. So after yelling at the guy for about five minutes, ski patrol came on his snowmobile to find out what had happened (someone in the park had gone down to tell him about the crash). I related the story, and the ski patroller started really going off on the old guy, almost as bad as I had just done. Anyways, long story short, I was carted down the hill on the back of the sled down to the first aid shed, got someone to drive me down to our condo and stuck a note on the door telling my dad to meet me at the hospital, and after a few x-rays found that i'd broken my collarbone.
The other most intense pain I've had was when I was in the hospital with a really bad virus which gave me rediculously bad stomach cramps. I passed out twice in the emergency waiting room because the pain was so intense.
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What you've done becomes the judge of what you're going to do -- especially in other people's minds. When you're traveling, you are what you are right there and then. People don't have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road.
William Least Heat Moon, Blue Highways
Your toughest competitor lives in your head. Some days his name is fear, or pain, or gravity. Stomp his ass.
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