Personal Narrative: My Ski

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Time seemed to slow as I stare below me, my eyes met only by the cold gaze of an unforgiving, man-made ice rink, which we New Englanders would call snow. It was this same snow that my ski’s had embraced just a few seconds earlier and it would be this same snow that my foreseeably broken body would return to, drawn by the hands of an inescapable gravity. In those prolonged moments, I surprise myself with a calm, accepting resolve despite my undesirably aerial state. Legs flailing, I hit the ground hard. Ski’s slicing, arms swinging, I slide with no hope of control behind the trail of my detached ski down the fall line. My frustration stronger than ever, I skid to a stop, slamming my fist into the unyielding snow. I lean my back into the hill and I become still as if I am searching for a comfort I know I won’t find on this icy slope. …show more content…
Grunting a terse “Yeah”, is all I can manage through the cloud of my exasperation. Gathering myself together, I ski down the side quickly. Arms folded gingerly, I make quick turns, favoring my right shoulder, which I try to hide to avoid the inevitable sympathy. I ski past the face of my concerned Dad and to the front of the lodge where I immediately feel guilty for not stopping. In the time after this race I realized how foolish I had been to act with such an unsportsmanlike attitude. I was upset that I had ignored my Dad who was there to support me, and I realized it was wrong to have such a negative reaction, regardless of how frustrated I felt. Reflecting on this mistake has since shaped who I am as an athlete and a person. In all of my endeavors, I now strive to be more composed through both my bad and good experiences. I have learned that recognizing one’s flaws or misjudgments and acting positively to improve on them leads to growth of character. This has been proven true in my life and it is also a reoccurring theme throughout a wide variety of