Aside from the skating, which seemed painstaking at every turn—I felt tight and tired without loosening up over time as I’d hoped. Eh, I guess some days just aren’t as radical as others.
I messed around in the bowl for a bit, rocking back and forth, getting used to the vault of the walls I hope to ride. It worked—the gargantuan cliffs don’t seem quite so daunting, but I’ll tell you how it goes when I start dropping in.
The real saving grace of the day, though, was spotting this little grasshopper guy trying to get out of the bowl. It took a minute, but I got him on my board and carried him out.
Despite another sluggish type of day, at least that little one got back to living life.