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I woke up bright and early this morning - well, for a Saturday morning at least. Even though I stayed up rather late last night indulged in my new book (I love the library!), I woke up pretty easily, and way earlier than I needed to. I’d like to say it was purely because of the sheer excitement I couldn’t contain, but I can assure you that it was nerves. You see, as much as I have always loved the sport, until today, it has scared the shit out of me. I’ve never really been really good at any sport. I SUCKED at basketball. Don’t let anyone fool you, not all black people can play basketball. My basketball skills are as big of a disgrace to the African American community as Justin Bieber is to the entire music industry. Ok, Bieber is worse. Bloody lesbian haircut. Then there was soccer. I was decent at it, as long as I played right defense- nothing else. I excelled most at Volleyball. I played center, and actually enjoyed it a lot. I could be athletic without gasping for air after all that running. I don’t run. Not to mention, the uniform was easy on the eyes. Mhmm.

Anyways…back to riding. I took a lesson when I went to Loon Mountain that one time, those many years aog. I actually picked it up pretty easily. Three years later (give or take), I decided to go again. Well, I never made it past a green that day. I never went back that season either. Tried it again the next season, but once again, I only lasted a day. Fuck this shit. Moved to MI, dragged all my gear along, with the thought that maybe I will give it a go there. Never went. Moved back to PA, and moved in with Ivy. Girl would go just about every weekend. If I REALLY wanted to go, I would take the day off work, but it was such an easy excuse. I got out of yet another season.

And then I moved to Colorado. Before I moved out here, I bought a pass. Ivy told me to, and I’m beyond grateful that I listened to her. I did fairly good last season, but it wasn’t anything to show for having been out before. I pretty much started at square one. The embarrassing bunny slope. By the end of the season, I had managed to make it down one of the easier blues…twice. On the first run of this season, I fell hard. I cracked my rib, and that shit hurt. I am so grateful for being able to put on a t-shirt without wincing in pain now. My nerves this morning (after a long, unnecessary explanation) were due to flashbacks, and at times hypothetical situations of what might go wrong. Twa, I asked myself, are you really going get back out there and fuck something else up? Hell yeah I am!!! Plus, after the crappy work week I had, I needed something fun. I haven’t had this much passion towards any sport. I’m only as good as I push myself. And it’s finally showing.

I done good today. I done real good. I’m going back on Saturday if I can find someone who would want to go with me…or maybe I will take one of the days Sammy is off and go with him. Night riding is the shit. There is NO ONE on the mountain, and I can focus on tightening up my s curves without having to worry about a fucking child curving right in front of me. I’m just bitter they are better than I am.

SO had an amazing day at Keystone, it’s definitely my favorite mountain. A-Basin is just too damn steep. Parts of it I swear should be a blue. Breck is pretty amazing as well, but I definitely like Keystone over Breck. Not sure why Liam really hates it. I’m going to have to ask him next time I see it. So on what I thought would be my last run, it started snowing. I was getting better, finding my rhythm. We can’t leave now! The sun went down, and the lights came up. Night riding FTW!! Like I said before, there was barely anyone on the runs. Let me tell you, having a run pretty much all to myself was amazing. My last run was a blue, I only fell once or twice, not too bad either. Ivy, you would be damn proud of me. For serious this time, even Alex said so J

So it’s time to leave. We’re back at the car, take off layers, put on comfortable shoes, pack shit up. Fuck Twa…where are the keys to your Jeep? We tore the car apart, they weren’t in any of the many pockets that line my jacket, and although I did lose a glove at some point, I was 99.9% sure that I didn’t lose my keys on the mountain anywhere. That could only mean that during the transfer of gear from my car to David’s, I either locked them up in my car, or they fell out on the ground around my car. Chances are it was the latter. 

FUUUUUUUCK!!!!! At this point I had convinced myself that my car was long gone. It had probably already been rudely ripped up, and it’s parts untraceable. I started grieving. That is until we pulled up to the GG section of the parking lot. My Jeep was still there. But best of all, there was a note shoved between my door and window.

I don’t know who you are, and I’ll likely never find out, but wherever you are, I hope you know how thankful I am. Seriously, only in Colorado would this happen. Thank you for reminding me to keep my faith in humanity, thank you for the cherry on top of an already amazing day.

Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!!!!