Day 2: The Jump
Feb 11, 2014 22:54:55 GMT
Post by soveliss on Feb 11, 2014 22:54:55 GMT
Sitting atop the slope, you where suddenly very aware of just how far down everything was. It was terrifying. Or rather it should be terrifying, and probably was to anyone who wasn’t particularly experienced in the process of flying down slops with bits of wood strapped to your legs, and then being expect to fly for a bit. This was actually probably insanity, and if you tried to explain it to anyone who had no idea about the sport, they would probably look at you like you where insane. Then again, at this point the opinion of other people didn’t matter, quite a lot of things seemed to be much more insignificant while you where at the top of the slope, staring down into the pure white sheen before you.
Kirsten wasn’t nervous at all anymore, that had all gone many jumps ago. She was fairly experienced in a sense by now. And by experienced she had done this quite a lot, and therefore didn’t need to panic. She was ready now, and all she had to do for now was wait on the signal to start flying. Then she was unleashed, hurtling off the start area. The initial burst was more than enough to get the adrenaline flowing – it didn’t matter how many times you did this, Kirsten still felt a rush as she started to pick up speed. However now wasn’t the time to concentrate on that, it was all about positioning, balance, and trying to make herself as aerodynamic as she possibly could.
Then she hit the ramp, bursting out into the air at speed. This in itself was a different sensation, she had just gone from flying down, to pretty much floating through the air. She knew what she was meant to do at this point, feet pointed out so that her skis didn’t cross over at the front. This was really pretty much all that you needed to worry about for the most part, the rest of her body just managed to sort itself into the correct stance on its own. Now all she was doing was waiting for the point where she made a connection back with the land again, the next important part of the process.
Crack.
Disaster struck as the first ski returned to earth, cracking roughly in the centre, buckling the leg and sending Kirsten into a tumble, as the rest of her came crashing down onto her side. She wasn’t that aware of pain – yet – as she spun downwards, the other ski flipping off after the first tumble, resulting in it just being her who was now rolling down the hill, dropping off speed as she did so, but at the same time still quite dazed as to her surroundings now. She was beginning to feel a bit of pain now, as she slowly grinded to a halt as the ground began to level itself out for her. Yep, things definitely where hurting.
Several people where already in the process of making their way towards the lying down form of Kirsten. ”My ankle.” She complained as people began to approach her. She could see some kind of stretcher also being carried towards her. With this all there was left to do was cry, and she did so. Things where pretty much over for her at this point, she would be unlikely to get another shot, especially with what was probably a broken ankle, and she was going to have to wait out the rest of the competition from a hospital.
Kirsten wasn’t nervous at all anymore, that had all gone many jumps ago. She was fairly experienced in a sense by now. And by experienced she had done this quite a lot, and therefore didn’t need to panic. She was ready now, and all she had to do for now was wait on the signal to start flying. Then she was unleashed, hurtling off the start area. The initial burst was more than enough to get the adrenaline flowing – it didn’t matter how many times you did this, Kirsten still felt a rush as she started to pick up speed. However now wasn’t the time to concentrate on that, it was all about positioning, balance, and trying to make herself as aerodynamic as she possibly could.
Then she hit the ramp, bursting out into the air at speed. This in itself was a different sensation, she had just gone from flying down, to pretty much floating through the air. She knew what she was meant to do at this point, feet pointed out so that her skis didn’t cross over at the front. This was really pretty much all that you needed to worry about for the most part, the rest of her body just managed to sort itself into the correct stance on its own. Now all she was doing was waiting for the point where she made a connection back with the land again, the next important part of the process.
Crack.
Disaster struck as the first ski returned to earth, cracking roughly in the centre, buckling the leg and sending Kirsten into a tumble, as the rest of her came crashing down onto her side. She wasn’t that aware of pain – yet – as she spun downwards, the other ski flipping off after the first tumble, resulting in it just being her who was now rolling down the hill, dropping off speed as she did so, but at the same time still quite dazed as to her surroundings now. She was beginning to feel a bit of pain now, as she slowly grinded to a halt as the ground began to level itself out for her. Yep, things definitely where hurting.
Several people where already in the process of making their way towards the lying down form of Kirsten. ”My ankle.” She complained as people began to approach her. She could see some kind of stretcher also being carried towards her. With this all there was left to do was cry, and she did so. Things where pretty much over for her at this point, she would be unlikely to get another shot, especially with what was probably a broken ankle, and she was going to have to wait out the rest of the competition from a hospital.