Nordic skiing has become my passion and I find peace on the ski trail. The thoughts of schoolwork and social dramas fade away as fast as do the sounds from the bustling parking lot and chalet. The only sound that remains is the gentle squeaking of the snow under my skis.
An archway of trees blanketed with sticky snow allow only a few rays to make their way to the earth’s surface. Those bright patches sparkle like 10,000 tiny diamonds. An icy gust of wind shakes the trees and snow blows around. It seems as if it is snowing again and I am in the middle of it.
Almost any other athlete would be chilled to the bone, but not a Nordic skier. The freezing temperatures only push me faster and farther. My skis glide below me as I glance up the trail. I feel as if I am suspended just above the ground and flying over the snow.
The wind against my face chills me almost to the point of immobility but I press onward, moving fast with longer glides on each leg. I approach a towering uphill. From afar it seemed manageable; only 25 yards back, still not too steep. But with each long glide, the hill becomes larger and larger in my eyes. I prepare myself mentally, remembering the words of a now college-bound teammate: “Attack the hill Zoë! You can beat it!”
I start up the hill like an animal, plunging my poles into the frozen ground with the force of a grizzly bear. My legs begin to burn as I pass the halfway point. I power through it by repeating in my mind “attack the hill” and “what does not kill you makes you stronger.”
I’m almost to the top, my thighs screaming in pain. Then I’m there. I have reached the top. I beat the hill. Blood rushes through my thighs creating a feeling indescribably delicious. An immense grin spreads across my face. The pain, the hard work and the intensity is all worth it for that feeling. Making it to the top is unlike anything else in the world. I am absolutely ecstatic. I inhale a deep breath of cold air and look down the other side of the hill: a steep, straight slope down. It is the perfect reward.
I position my ski tips to point straight down the hill, dig my poles into the ground and with one great push I am zooming. Down the hill I curl up into a tight ball and my speed increases. Trees whiz by in the periphery of my vision, blurred by watery eyes as I continue on at breakneck speed. At the bottom my speed slows and I straighten up. Slightly saddened that the experience is over, I push on, excited to see what is hidden beyond the next bend in the trail.
Zoë Kesselring is a junior at Apple Valley High School in Apple Valley, Minnesota. She is a third year skier on the ISD 196 Nordic ski team and has been skiing recreationally since she was 4 years old. When Kesselring is not skiing she enjoys canoeing, cooking and listening to the Beatles.
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