I began to stir; as the beautiful January morning sunlight acted as alarm clock for me, I came to a shocking realization. Earlier in the week, I had reluctantly accepted my brother’s idea of competing in a snowboarding contest. It would be my first time, and the thought competing in front of a large crowd petrified me as I could only picture failure.
Before I knew it, I was staring down the 250-yard ski slope in Zanesfield, Ohio, with a crowd and eager brother awaiting at the bottom of the mountain. Only then did I realize exactly what I had gotten myself into. I was an average