est. 1987
Pitta-pitta pitta-pitta
My heart raced as I moved quickly along a trail. White shining snow was all around me, but I was
only concentrating on the snow that was just in front of my skis. I was also concentrating on my
technique. I did a mental check of what I was doing with my legs;
Push glide, push glide
Everything was alright there, so I mentally checked if arms were in sync with my legs;
Stab double-push glide, stab double-push glide
Yes, they were in sync. Good.
I started to fall into a rhythm;
Inhale stab double-push glide, exhale stab double-push glide, inhale stab double-push glide,
exhale stab double-push glide
I pushed the rhythm faster, and felt power overtake the exhaustion in my body as I left the snow-capped trees behind, entering the beautiful, white meadow, shining in the morning sun. All I could hear was my heart pounding, my ragged breathing and the water sloshing in my water-bottle as I stopped to have a swig of water in the serenity of this glistening haven. As soon as I caught my breath I started to make the pattern again, slowly synchronizing, gradually gaining speed, until I was in my rhythm, once again on top of the world.
Pitta-pitta pitta-pitta
~Kathryn