Each day we wake up, no use for coffee because our adrenaline is already going. Bumping our favorite song over and over as we drive way too fast to reach the hill 3 hours before it opens. We roll up into the parking lot, spinning cookies to pass the time and smoking a "green cigarette" as we pull into parking spot #1. As we put on our gear, we can't help but take a glance in the window observing how rad we look. To skier chicks, this is our lingerie. This is us at our sexiest. We click into our skis. It sends a tingle up our spine. A slight grin emerges on our face. As we scoot in to line (first chair of course) we look around at all the testosterone oozing from every angle. With that small grin on our face, we get ready. Ready for the greatest time of our life. An orgasmic experience far better than any "bro-brah" can deliver.
As we drop in, we know that this is what we were meant to do. Our calling, our passion, our love. Our Life. We get sweaty, smelly, helmet hair to the max, cheeks as red as apples. But we don't care. Our worries are no longer with us. Everything is pure as the fallen snow. Nothing can stop us. We are not girls among men, we are equals. The only somewhat remotely feminine thing we do is follow the directions on our shampoo bottle. Ski, sleep, repeat....This is the life of the women who shred.
I hope to see you badass chickas out there shredding your hearts out. Its our time ladies, give it every ounce you have. Repeat.
