I’m giddy. Giddy with excitement. I remember being twelve and not being able to sleep because I knew my parents would be waking me up before the sun rose to head to the airport for a vacation. I’m that kind of giddy. But I’m not heading to the airport tomorrow. Instead I will be doing what I loved most Before Kids. Something I don’t do often enough. Because I have kids. And because it’s expensive. And because it requires a lot of planning. And layers.
I’m going skiing.
Skiing. It’s when I feel most ALIVE. It’s when I can feel life coursing through my blood.
The wind slapping my face.
The chill burning my cheeks.
The speed under my feet.
Each turn energizes me. Each bump rejuvinates me. My lungs may burn at the end of a long run but my head is clear.
I stop often each trip down the hill. To look and notice the beauty around me. When do I ever do that? Stop. And breathe.
I close my eyes on the chair ride up. And listen. To the wind. To the rhythmic sounds of ski edges scraping down the mountain. To the snow falling from the branches. So peaceful.
It is a sport of one. Just me. No interaction with another. I am only there in the moment, for me. I fly solo. With no concern for another. My mind stays focused on me. My breaths in and out. My legs turning side to side. My arms guiding my moves. I am so joyful in my oneness.
I am giddy. I cannot wait to see the mountain in the distance as I drive towards it. I cannot wait to snap on my boots and click them into the bindings. And take that first deep breath as I sail down the hill.
If the rain would ever stop that is.
* I’ll be taking a couple of days “off” from my computer as I hit the slopes, so my blog will be a little quiet for the weekend. I hope to be back with some fun family and ski stories when I return!