The first time I ever went out west I was a junior in high school durring basketball season, and there was plenty of stuff I passed up because I wasn't ready to miss basketball because of a blown knee, wrecked back, broken bones. I went out my freshman year of college where I wasn't involved in any sports, and I would ask my dad if he thought I could make it, and he would look at me and say, "I dunno, can you?" It was night and day difference. My first 2 times out west were on rental sleds too, I had the insurance so I wasn't worried about wrecking a sled, but the first time I was worried about being hurt for basketball, the 2nd time I was all out. Then this season went back out on my own sled, still in college, not worried about being hurt for a sport, and I hit everything I wanted to. I couldn't climb as high as I wanted, but I hit the whatever jumps I wanted to and dropped the drops I wanted to and didn't think twice.
Chad
Chad