Ever get that feeling that you missed it? Or that it’s just too late to do that particular thing? As I’m sitting in my car waiting for my friend to arrive for a day on the hill I have lots of thoughts that cross my mind. I’m thinking likely there’s someone out there this will either help or just entertain but it’s the long rocky relationship I’ve had with snowboarding.
You see, I grew up in the praires and although my parents took me to Colorado to ski as a kid I didn’t frequent after my teenage years due to a move and just life and other sports. High-school ended quickly and I was off to my entrepreneurial pursuits in Oil boom town Alberta and just wasn’t able to get away. Long story short is I finally got my board figured out about 10 or so years ago but that was the beginning of my fitness and modeling career. I spent most of those winter years south of the border on beaches for photoshoots. In 2017 I finally decided to settle back in Canada and get back into winter sports and give snowboarding a go but on my first run out I broke my arms and that was the end of that for the season. Haha, I laugh because the following year I tried again, only to find that the fear had set in and I wasn’t able to get a whole run in. Fast forward to today and I’m living in Revelstoke facing my fears again! I have a really hard time giving up. So, wish me luck