So we had been planning our vacation to Sunday River for quite a few weeks before we left. I was more than excited. I felt confident and was thrilled at the idea of a run that lasted more than 30 seconds.
And then it was Thursday, the day before we left, and I was sick: Congested, headache, sour throat, coughing… the works. I stayed home from school and work that day – minus my Auditing Exam that evening – in hopes of getting rested up and well for the trip. No such luck. While Darren was drinking beers on the trip down, I was swilling ThermaFlu. Despite my head feeling like it weighed 2,000 pounds and the pressure in my sinuses feeling like they might bust open under my eyeballs, I was still optimistic about the trip. We were equipped with two-way radios to talk to Meg and Darren in the other car, iPods for tunes and GPS navigation to get us there – and we were having a pretty good time.
The first night when we got in we explored, got settled in, and rested up for the weekend ahead. We got up in the morning, bright-eyed and bushy tailed, excited for a day full of riding. We headed down to the main lodge to receive some bad news. Due to severe wind conditions only the 3 lowest lifts were running. Bummer! But we were determined to ride. So, after chowing down on a couple of $7.00 English Muffins, we took a few runs down the beginner area that was open right near the main lodge. Having only ridden the bunny slope at Big Rock thus far this season, I was feeling pretty far outside my comfort zone. The trails were nice and wide though and I took a couple runs down before deciding that the cold and wind and my head cold were all making the experience not so fun. That was pretty much the end of my riding for the day…
That night we headed out looking for a good time. Just across the road from the main lodge is a place called the Phoenix, which had a great sign out front that suggested the customers should “Peg Your Pants” for 80’s night! Yes! We had just finished watching “The Wedding Singer” back at the room, so it seemed like fate. We grabbed some drinks and settled into a corner booth. Not long after we got there, the band came out. Complete with a “Flock of Seagulls” hairstyle, leopard pants and Converse All Stars, these guys were committed to their act. They would later come out donning Devo-style flowerpot hats, and jamming with “Whip It”. A later costume change produced long beards, straw hats and the song “Legs.” These guys were so good that Mac actually grabbed their business card and is determined to have them at our wedding… I danced my ass off that night and had a great time, but I’m not sold on having them at the wedding.
The next day, Sunday, I woke up quite hung-over, but headed out with the gang to the hill anyway. We took a quick run up the lower lift and then headed for the “Chondola” which doesn’t go up to the summit, but goes much farther up than Big Rock. I was nervous, and was sticking with “being a leaf,” rather than carve but I was doing okay, until I wasn’t, and then I was so far from okay it was scary. We came down a hill and needed to turn into some flats to avoid a nearly strait down drop into double diamond moguls. I struggle with flats anyway, but these ones were really long, really icy and border another drop off. I couldn’t get going. Then when I got going I had no control. I had a melt down; full melt down. I cried, I couldn’t breath, and I just wanted to quit. Snowboarding is a tricky sport for a chick with a crippling fear of heights. By the time I made it to the bottom, my quads were burning and it was most definitely time for a coffee. After my coffee, I took the lower lift back up so that I could ride over to the condo. I was out.
I did get more riding in that night after the groomers went out, which I really enjoyed. It gave me a little more of my confidence back and made me want to ride a lot more. Unfortunately, by then the rest of my party had already beaten their bodies so badly, all they wanted to do was go to bed and get out of there the next day. I‘m really pretty disappointed in myself for not getting more out of my weekend. Before I go to a “real” mountain again, I’m training, training, training!!
So who wants to get out a ride, so I can get better?
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
2-Day Review
I'm not feeling creative or witty today... but for the sake of keeping up with my blog - here's a rundown of my week thus far.
Monday 6AM -Get up, shower, dress, pack books, computer, lunch, etc.
Leave the house by 7:05
Arrive at work around 7:15-7:30, and work until 11:00.
11-Noon: HR Management Class. We went to the library to find articles for our upcoming presentations.
12-2:30 Eat lunch in the student lounge and attempt to do homework. Dorks sitting behind me are far to excitable over their LARP and I can't concentrate. I get half my homework done then give up and chat with some Canadian Cert. Students.
2:30-4:00 "Business Policy and Strategy" - snoozefest. At least my group is cool.
4:00 Get a ride home with Mary. Get Brandon's hockey gear out, scarf down a quick snack, change for work and switch out books in my bag.
5:00 Mary picks me up to go to work. We're really early so we sit in the car for a while and she fills me in on some concerns she has with my dad's health.
5:40 I actually go in to work. I'm there until 9:15. I was in no mood to wait for credits to roll, so I stopped the projector to get out early.
9:30 or so - Get home. Fill coffee pot and set for 6 am. Make and pack Mac's lunch for Tuesday. Find a snack and sit down at the computer to file my tax return.
Go to bed at 11.
Tuesday 6 AM - Wake up to coffee pot starting... lay in bed for 20 more minutes. Get dressed and what not. Out the door at 7:10.
Get to work at 7:30. Everyone at work is sick. Wipe down entire office with disinfectant. Damn - Forgot to take my vitamin today.
Work until 10. Go to do homework for an hour in the Student Lounge. It was such a true American/College moment. Obama is on big screen, talking about the stimulus package, yet everyone in the room is talking about Chris Brown beating up Rihanna.
Off to "Advanced Accounting" until noon.
Mary picks me up to go to the bank. I have to get my wallet at the house first though... shit, forgot my keys. Go to get Mac's key at his office. Almost home, and Mac calls - Megan has to be picked up at school, she has a rash. I go get her to take her to Mac's office... if I get chicken pocks I'll be pissed - never had 'em as a kid.
Now finally to the house around 1:20. Not feeling well now though - I'll go to the bank tomorrow. Ate a couple pickles for lunch... yepp, that's right - pickles.
Read some HR articles and some Auditing (test on Thursday). Took some me time and watched "Guiding Light."
Then I cooked some chicken and made chicken Caesar salad. Packed that to-go. Dad picked me up and we drove to Mars Hill to pick up a car to try out.
At work by 6. Will be here until about 9:20....
Monday 6AM -Get up, shower, dress, pack books, computer, lunch, etc.
Leave the house by 7:05
Arrive at work around 7:15-7:30, and work until 11:00.
11-Noon: HR Management Class. We went to the library to find articles for our upcoming presentations.
12-2:30 Eat lunch in the student lounge and attempt to do homework. Dorks sitting behind me are far to excitable over their LARP and I can't concentrate. I get half my homework done then give up and chat with some Canadian Cert. Students.
2:30-4:00 "Business Policy and Strategy" - snoozefest. At least my group is cool.
4:00 Get a ride home with Mary. Get Brandon's hockey gear out, scarf down a quick snack, change for work and switch out books in my bag.
5:00 Mary picks me up to go to work. We're really early so we sit in the car for a while and she fills me in on some concerns she has with my dad's health.
5:40 I actually go in to work. I'm there until 9:15. I was in no mood to wait for credits to roll, so I stopped the projector to get out early.
9:30 or so - Get home. Fill coffee pot and set for 6 am. Make and pack Mac's lunch for Tuesday. Find a snack and sit down at the computer to file my tax return.
Go to bed at 11.
Tuesday 6 AM - Wake up to coffee pot starting... lay in bed for 20 more minutes. Get dressed and what not. Out the door at 7:10.
Get to work at 7:30. Everyone at work is sick. Wipe down entire office with disinfectant. Damn - Forgot to take my vitamin today.
Work until 10. Go to do homework for an hour in the Student Lounge. It was such a true American/College moment. Obama is on big screen, talking about the stimulus package, yet everyone in the room is talking about Chris Brown beating up Rihanna.
Off to "Advanced Accounting" until noon.
Mary picks me up to go to the bank. I have to get my wallet at the house first though... shit, forgot my keys. Go to get Mac's key at his office. Almost home, and Mac calls - Megan has to be picked up at school, she has a rash. I go get her to take her to Mac's office... if I get chicken pocks I'll be pissed - never had 'em as a kid.
Now finally to the house around 1:20. Not feeling well now though - I'll go to the bank tomorrow. Ate a couple pickles for lunch... yepp, that's right - pickles.
Read some HR articles and some Auditing (test on Thursday). Took some me time and watched "Guiding Light."
Then I cooked some chicken and made chicken Caesar salad. Packed that to-go. Dad picked me up and we drove to Mars Hill to pick up a car to try out.
At work by 6. Will be here until about 9:20....
Sunday, February 8, 2009
ugh... feeling grumpy...
I’m very grumpy lately. It may be PMS, or it may be because I feel like I am always tired. It’s not like I don’t get sleep. I usually get about 7 hours a night, but I still never really feel rested. I’m not really sure what’s wrong with me… Either way, I feel like I’m so easily irritated by everything around me.
I’m pissed that I still don’t have a car. Seriously car dude, get it together. I have a very busy life and this is seriously hindering my ability to move through it efficiently. It seems like every time I need to change locations I lose 20 minutes out of my day. Either I’m standing around for 20 minutes waiting for my ride, or I’m so paranoid about being late (again) I have them (my mother) come early so I end up leaving 20 minutes early, cutting short time on something else.
I’m annoyed at myself. I feel as though I haven’t done any of the things I’d hoped to. I haven’t taken any pictures in weeks- So much for my 365-project. I also haven’t been back to the gym yet this semester. It is my last semester at school, so I’d kind of like to be taking advantage of their gym. I’m blaming both of these things on the fact that I still don’t have a car. I can only lug so much shit on my back. I’m already carrying schoolbooks, my laptop, my lunch and usually a dry pair of shoes and a Braden tee…
I’m really irate at my family. They just can’t get out of their own way. All of them. I’m so worried about all of them it makes me sick to think about, bur really they just all need to start helping themselves. I worry the most about my dad. He carries the entire burden of keeping the family afloat, and he is just not well enough to have that much on his shoulders… I’m so scared he’s going to drop from the stress of it all. When it happens I know that the rest of my family will crumble. They’ve all leaned so heavily on him for so many years, they won’t know what to do when he’s not there. I fear that I will resent them for it – for driving him to his grave – and for that reason I will not even try to pick up the pieces.
With all of this heavy on my mind, with every other everyday annoyance I run the risk of going completely over the edge and going postal on someone. The slightest irritation and I feel my blood pressure rise and my jaw clench; I may even be developing a twitch, idk. It could be the annoying secretary in my office, or the screaming kids in the hall, or the bratty teenage customers… but someone is going to end up receiving an excessive amount of rage and wrath from one E-ca Bloggy Blog.
Perhaps I should cut down on my caffeine intake…
I’m pissed that I still don’t have a car. Seriously car dude, get it together. I have a very busy life and this is seriously hindering my ability to move through it efficiently. It seems like every time I need to change locations I lose 20 minutes out of my day. Either I’m standing around for 20 minutes waiting for my ride, or I’m so paranoid about being late (again) I have them (my mother) come early so I end up leaving 20 minutes early, cutting short time on something else.
I’m annoyed at myself. I feel as though I haven’t done any of the things I’d hoped to. I haven’t taken any pictures in weeks- So much for my 365-project. I also haven’t been back to the gym yet this semester. It is my last semester at school, so I’d kind of like to be taking advantage of their gym. I’m blaming both of these things on the fact that I still don’t have a car. I can only lug so much shit on my back. I’m already carrying schoolbooks, my laptop, my lunch and usually a dry pair of shoes and a Braden tee…
I’m really irate at my family. They just can’t get out of their own way. All of them. I’m so worried about all of them it makes me sick to think about, bur really they just all need to start helping themselves. I worry the most about my dad. He carries the entire burden of keeping the family afloat, and he is just not well enough to have that much on his shoulders… I’m so scared he’s going to drop from the stress of it all. When it happens I know that the rest of my family will crumble. They’ve all leaned so heavily on him for so many years, they won’t know what to do when he’s not there. I fear that I will resent them for it – for driving him to his grave – and for that reason I will not even try to pick up the pieces.
With all of this heavy on my mind, with every other everyday annoyance I run the risk of going completely over the edge and going postal on someone. The slightest irritation and I feel my blood pressure rise and my jaw clench; I may even be developing a twitch, idk. It could be the annoying secretary in my office, or the screaming kids in the hall, or the bratty teenage customers… but someone is going to end up receiving an excessive amount of rage and wrath from one E-ca Bloggy Blog.
Perhaps I should cut down on my caffeine intake…
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