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What Does Being Outside Mean To You Essay

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Outdoor sport has been part of my personality and who I am as long as I can remember. My childhood was revolved around the outdoors and staying active. It shaped my personality and who I am today. Being outside is how I enjoy life. I participate in tons of different sports. I’m not always participating in just individual sports. I play on my high school’s soccer and baseball team. I appreciate team sports as they have helped a ton to make friends when I transitioned to high school, but my true love is individual sport. I have grown accustom to loads of different sport as my parents dragging me on trips around Maine. I have been hiking, rock climbing, canoeing, kayaking, stand up paddle boarding, surfing, road biking, mountain biking, …show more content…

My sophomore year in high school my venturesome girlfriend, Nellie, and I tele skied up our home town mountain, Blue Hill, in a massive blizzard that shut off all the electricity in our town. Any other normal girlfriend would’ve said no way. A normal girlfriend would’ve made me stay inside and watch Netflix or something, but Nellie was up for the adventure. First we had to bundle up in massive jackets, snow pants, two sets of mittens, and hats. All of the clothes were from when my mom and dad climbed Mt. Denali in Alaska. We looked like arctic explores searching for the North Pole. The wind swirled around us as we trudged up the mountain. The trees creaked and moaned as they were jerked around like they were weightless. No matter how bitter it was on the way up it was worth it for the view of the town below. Nothing was moving. It looked as though a white blanket had fallen over the town and stopped everything in its tracks. When we got back home we had steaming hot chocolate and warm cookies. I won’t think about climbing up Blue Hill as a trek up the frigid mountain. I’ll remember why it’s rewarding to get outside and take some chances in …show more content…

No matter how many mosquito filled miles I had to hike or how unbearably cold my feet have gotten. All the outdoor activities that I do push me to try even more new things. When I stand at the top of the ski hill and look down on jumps and rails I get a rush of energy and adrenaline that pumps though me. Yes, I’m scared too, but I have learn if you don’t push though that fear then life will you push up back. When I had surgery for my dislocated arm I couldn’t do anything. I had to stay inside all day. Whenever I saw someone doing an outdoor activity I would have a strong urge in the bottom of my gut. It was like my own body was peer pressuring me to get outside. I need to do something with my life otherwise there it felt there was no point in being alive. I started skating with my sling on when my parents weren’t around just get outside and feel free. I know it was stupid, but I couldn’t help myself. It’s just who I am and I would’ve have change it if I could. I’m satisfied because my life hasn’t been one long boring slog. I’ll admit it hasn’t always been the safest and I’ve hurt myself at times, but if it’s all for the sake of not being dull, then it’s always worth it. When my hair turns gray and my joints start to lock up I plan to still be doing the things I

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