Hrungnir

Half way down the black diamond run. Perched just above a spectacular jump; a jump I can easily reimagine as one of the old giants, perhaps even the Jotunn Hrungnir himself, resting in frozen slumber beneath a blanket of ice and snow.

Suddenly struck with the implications of adorning my board so conspicuously with the valknut. This ancient norse symbol is a warrior’s pledge to Odin, a pledge of readiness to enter Valhalla. I’ll face that jump. But I will fulfill no pledges this day.

Not this day, Odin. Not this day.

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