Skiing. About five years ago my friend persuaded me to try racing. Just casual stuff, no lycra, just clear and steep runs to virtually bomb. They rarely iced the surface for us, so it was practically the same as how I normally ski(ed) groomers, but with an objective. At the time I hadn't got into freeskiing, and I was starting to look for a new way to have fun skiing. The next year, I was in Italy with friends, skiing a slalom race course that had been used in the world cup. I'm not all too sure what went wrong or what happened, but I lost a ski and got the other caught in powder off the side of the slope. That ski didn't come off, twisting my knee and I suffered grade 3 tears to both my left acl and mcl. I took four years away from skiing, and coming back this last winter was the best decision of my life. I live in sheffield now so we have fuck all snow, but next week I'll have finished my backyard setup (hopefully), and I'll probably spend all summer on that, before hitting Tignes for two weeks at christmas.
