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Sunday, January 29, 2006

Jumping Journal: January 29, 2006

Day 31.  To jump or not to jump, that is the question.  I knew after the crash yesterday that today would be very questionable as to whether I would/should jump or not.  I also knew I was kinda getting fed up with this craziness of not jumping on Sundays.  Normally Friday is the day of the week that I end up missing and I jump practically every Sunday during the winter.  This year I have only jump on Sunday back on the opening day on the 50, December 18.  Since then I haven't jumped on a Sunday.  It was starting to get to me.
 
To say yesterday was fun would be an understatement.  I had fun getting home after jumping yesterday.  I could hardly stand to sit down in the car to be able to get home, my butt hurt so bad.  Trying to sleep last night wasn't much better.  Toward morning it did improve somewhat, but I still feel the soreness.  So when I woke up this morning I pretty much was figuring that I wouldn't jump on the 50 with the kids but jumping on the 25 with Dr. John was another question to be answered.
 
I made my way up to Storrs Hill to find the kids just starting to jump.  I ended up videoing them as they jumped and talked with the parents.  By the time afternoon arrived I was still questioning whether I wanted to jump or not.  I finally said the heck with it and got ready to jump.  I knew that my butt was tight, strange as it sounds.  I tried my best to keep it stretched out.  Yes, it's quite black and blue in the crack area.  I took several jumps in the early on and none of them was very good.  The butt was just influencing the jumping to much to allow me to be able to really put anything into the jump.
 
Around jump five or so I thought more about technique, granted it wasn't easy.  Things did improve, at least until jump eight.  Jump??? eight, if that's what you call it was more of well...remembering the old phrase "The thrill of victory and the agony of defeat."  Does that say enough.
 
I started down the inrun and quickly lost it.  I had had a slight bit of trouble on jump seven.  The inrun isn't the greatest at the top.  Their isn't all that much of a track thanks to the crazy winter weather that has been around most of January.  On jump eight I ended up going completely out of the "track" and then headed to the far left hand side of the inrun and was almost running into the fence before I managed to pull the skis back toward the track.  I thought I was going to end up pulling off the exciting trip down the inrun when I finally overshot the track and the skis came dab smack beside each other.  I ended up losing my balance and went down.  I went off inrun on my side and slid on down to the bottom of the landing hill before coming to a stop.  It did surprise me to say the least as I didn't expect to ever be able to do an AOD on the 25.  I did an AOD several years ago for much different reasons.  Strangely, the hill I did the AOD on then was supposed to be hosting an eastern meet today that got cancelled due to lack of snow.  Very strange, just coincidence?????
 
I took two more jumps without any further trouble.  The last of the ten jumps for the day found me almost unable to jump at the takeoff.  It was such a timid jump that I knew not to take anymore jumps for the day.  Admittedly, I probably shouldn't have taken the first jump yet alone jump number ten, but oh well.
 
Crash
Winter 2010
DateLeb 25Plymouth 25Leb 50And 38
Dec 121
Jan 056
Jan 063
Feb 024
Feb 032
Feb 046
Feb 073
Mar 063
Totals133102