self-consious

it has a couple of nice gouges in it after only a few hours of aiming myself down a mountain on a single board over and over again. I bought it only a couple of hours before we got there and only after my good friend assured me that he would never make fun of someone for wearing a helmet. It's a "cool" helmet if there is such a thing. I saw a few of the high-flying boarders wearing the same one yesterday. Several small children wearing the same one (you know, the kids at age 6 who are already all tricked out in their burton gear whose parents drop them off every day to snowboard) The difference was I was an adult without the rest of the "cool" gear and I was riding the bunny hill. Ok, maybe I only saw the bunny hill up close a couple of times, but still...the three jumps I tried, I never really got air born except for after my butt and head had bounced off of the ice with a thin layer of snow over it.

I'm glad I had the helmet, I was a bit self conscious about it throughout the day, but it probably saved a mild concussion and maybe a couple of years with my grand kids. I laughed when my brother brought up this little clip from Jerry.



It's true...I care way too much what people think of me...I care less than I did a few years ago, but for some reason I feel the need for people to be impressed with me. Maybe my dad never gave me enough praise when I was young, maybe I have some deep seeded memories that lead me to these kinds of thoughts, or maybe I just need to practice more humility.

Maybe I should just wear a helmet for everything...(that's for you, ben).