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so my adv comp teacher watned us to describe someone at someplace that you wish you were involved with, and at the same describe speifically waht his hands were doing and teh location and importance of it all. well heres what i got. if you dotn like it wahtever. i jsut wanted to share my shit.


He waltzes the best he can mounted in rigid ski boots towards his waiting position; he watches his final competitor in real life and on the big screen behind him. ‘Click’… ‘Click’ He fastens into his skis at the top of his future path. The 500m super pipe looks him in the eyes, returning his aimless glare; He is at the X-Games, no doubt about it. Finals Round, his third of three runs; this is it.
His hands, wrapped underneath his worn in gloves, are clammy with sweat of anticipation; no one knows what will unravel in the next twenty minutes. His gloved hands are anxiously clenched around the handles to his taped up poles, taped for good luck. He plants his poles firmly into the packed snow nearby, awaiting for results from his final competitors run: 91.33. Using his poles as leverage points he slides in his skis, back and forth; concentrating on the task in front of him.
As his eyes are focused on one thing; everyone else’s are focused on him. The entire crowd is waiting to see him, to see his every move with the same anticipation he feels.
Illuminated in front of him by the god-like flood lamps all around, the perfectly carved stunt ditch lies before him, awaiting his use. He traces in his mind the course he will take, marking every turn, exit and reentry point. Tracing the course that will take the spectators, judges and skiing world by storm.
Standing a mere ten meters beside him, I wait. Knowing what its like to stand before a run in a competition, feeling the same nervousness that is running through his body, and understanding his obvious concentration; his mind must be focused. So I don’t bother him at all. I am only there to share the moment with him, with a friend. As I stand completely focused on him and my place he looks over for confirmation. After eye contact and speaking with our silence I nod confidently, assuring him of everything he needs answered. Our conversation ceases and he continues to stare blankly, focused on what is in front of him. He is Simon Dumont, and he is about to win the X-Games Superpipe Gold Medal.




$$ ICED OUT RACING $$

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