It's been just about 10 years since I started riding a snowboard. I never imagined it could take me in so many directions... some of you know my history - most don't... so here goes:
Riding got me into the mountains of New England for the first time. While those first years were utterly rewarding, as the half-life of a given winter around here can be about 7 minutes - this only gave me the thrill I was looking for on rare occasions, one season a year.
As I progressed technically with my riding, the inclination to push my own physical and psychological boundaries grew stronger - inside the sport, but throughout my life more generally. I started to feel healthier, and in turn started to eat better and crave more exercise...what a wonderful cycle.
A few years ago, I started looking for a sport that could keep my interest outside of the snow season, and operate as great cross training for riding. It took me some time, but the patience paid off.
2 years ago, I began running...and now, things have come full circle. I now find myself running mountain races, and drawn in more and more by the more rigorous aspects of running mountains and trails. Have you seen the views?
The Family that is Team Extreme welcomes you with this - our first post. In Lak'ech Ala K'in.....