My first post

So this is my first post. Welcome to my blog.

I suppose theres some thing I should warn you about before you start reading. I can't spell. So if it bothers you maybe you shouldn't be here.

My good friend, Jasu, recently started her own blog. I must say I've had reservations (is that the right word?) about starting my own blog, but Jasu pointed out some good points for having one.

A little bit about my self. I finished high school May 2008 and decided not to apply for university unlike most of my school friends. I decided to stay here in Germany where I live, to persue my mountain bike "career."

I rode 2 of my 13 planned races and then shattered my wrist in training. They had to operate, once to put the metal in and again 6 months later to take it out. It took 10 months to get back on the bike.

My scared arm, I think its pretty rad

So you could say I had a really boring summer. I worked a bit, at a bike shop and found other random jobs. Once winter started to pull in I decided to forfil one of my longest dreams of becoming a snowboard instrcutor. I went to Austria to complete a 10 day training with exams at the end. Boy can I tell you that was tough. Not the theory, that was easy, but the physical demand of the snowboarding. We'd get given exersives like going down the whole piste, as low as you can in your knees. After the 5th day I couldn't walk. But to say the least I passed and celebrated with following the course with a weeks holiday with some friends in Obertauern.

So when I got back to Frankfurt, after 17 days in the snow, I was rearing to go back to austria. I quickly did some job hunting and got offered a place at a snowboard only school in Saalbach, Austria.

Saalbach was a blast, improved my boarding skills, espeshally in the park, which I basicaly spend everyday of the last month I was there in, and met some really cool people.

Some of my Room mates and I (I'm the one in the organg goggels)

The middle of March it was time to come home, I was excited to get back and start mountain biking again. Fínally I was abel to properly bike again. I had been on the bike before but I always had in mind that my wrist hadnt heeled enough yet and I shouldnt really be biking. I remeber the first time getting on the bike, I was having a dirt jump lesson from my boy friend and thinking, this is the start again.