How the Assignment Can Give You Strength to Do Something

Do you remember me saying that this winter I've become an addict to snowkiting? Well, lets say that it took me a while to finally start riding and controlling the kite. There were a few quite unpleasant falls, but if you want to be good at something, you need to sacrifice something (in my case it was my face). Even though by the end of December I was making huge progress, there still was one thing that I wanted to try but didn't have enough guts for that. That is why I knew exactly what I was doing for my 1101 assignment.

Thursday of January 20^th was going to become the turning point in my snowkiting experience: I was going to try jumping. I got up at 6 a.m., not being able to stay in bed even for one more minute. I checked the winter speed on www.weather.com; I saw that it was going to blow that day, and not just blow, but it was supposed to be up to 20 mph (such a great number to see for a snowkiter). I was so excited that even my fiancé and our cat had to get up because my excitement was contagious. So, I’d decided to make my plan a reality on Medicine Lake (Plymouth).

By 10.00 I couldn't stay home any longer, so I packed all my gear in the car, got dressed, and at 11.30 I already was at my point of destination. It took me some time to prepare the kite and the snowboard. So, I was standing there, almost in the middle of the lake, feeling how the wind and cold were making my cheeks numb, but I didn't really care. In my thoughts I was already jumping, and flying, and hovering as a bird. I put my helmet on and took the bar in my hands. It was time to try something new. I lay down on the ground, waiting for a gust of wind to take my kite up in the blue sky. Few moments later, I felt how I was being lifted, and I stood up on my feet. “What now?” I thought while I was riding down wind, calling up all my strength to finish what I had started. I positioned the kite at 11 o’clock, turned my bar in the opposite side from the direction I was going, and then quickly put the bar in a starting position. When I suddenly appeared to by 10 feet above the ground, I realized that it was not that hard to jump, how it was going to be to land. This thought stroked me right in my head like lightning, and for a moment I panicked. Few seconds later I found myself laying on the ground, but at least I knew that it was not scary, that I knew what I was doing, and that I was dying to try it again! A few more tries with landing on my tooshy, back, or head had made their job. By the end of the fourth hour of trying I was finally able to jump high and to land on my snowboard without falling down.

So, that is my story of trying something I've never done before. There is only one thing that I want to tell you. When you are up in the sky, you don’t care about anything else; all your troubles go away. All you can think about is how amazing the flying feels, and that you don’t want to lose this feeling.