My First Race

By Bryan

It was a snowy day and the air was chilling cold when it was my turn to race."On your mark, get set, go" said the announcer. I was off leading the pack of six feet kids on boards to the first jump. Then out of the fog there was the five-foot grueling jump. I went off of it in to the chilling air looking desperately looking for a landing.

I landed with no sweat, with four huge kids starving for first place behind me. The second jump was very icy wicked mess of a jump that could have been from Alaska .I almost nailed it but I slide off the side of it. I thought I was going to lose when I got in to second place. With a sharp icy carve, I was head to head with the ugly kid in first place. Suddenly we went in to a 70-degree angle of ice and slush. The man in front of me biffed hard at the one of his carves and I suddenly got in to first place. As, I got to the second to last and made it look easy to land but it was like jumping the Grand Canyon trying to land it. But the crowd loved it and so did the judges. Here was it the moment of truth the last jump. When I was approaching it my left binding came lose and I was thinking about stopping but I was so close. I went on and hit the jump. I was in the air and my binding came off. The landing was there and so was the finish line. I came down hard and dislocated three fingers, my shoulder, and my knee. Oh, I almost forgot to tell you the good part and I know your probably thinking there couldn't be a good part to this but just listen to me. I WON THE RACE that is the good part to this story. The worst part was I couldn't snowboard for a week and had to go to physical therapy for a few days. But my mom babied in till I got better me, so I was fine.