The first ski of the season started out on unsure footing, first run nerves, and cold feet. However, once I got a few runs under my skis, my morale improved and by the fifth run I was picking up speed. Fear is the adversary I face on the incline; fear of speed, but really of pain, farming while healing from an injury. Each turn is an opportunity for exhilaration or carnage; a happiness heightened by narrowly avoiding a ride down on a ski patrol sled. By the last run, my core radiates with energy and pines for higher peaks.