Two questions I have heard countless times. People, I am from Chicago, the flattest place on earth. Ok, maybe not the flattest, but it's up there. Only rich people who can afford to fly out to Park City every once in a while ski or snowboard. We usually stayed home and built igloos out of the snow that my Dad had snow-blowed (blown? blew? blowned?) onto the side of the driveway. That was the extent of our snow activities.
I've also always been scarred by a story my Mom told us about...my Grandma I think? Long story short, it involves getting a lot of hair stuck in a ski lift. I might've made that up, or maybe it was slightly exaggerated by the storyteller. Whatever the case, I am afraid of ski lifts.
My list of 100 things inevitably includes a try at skiing or snowboarding. So, when I was invited by Michael-Sean to spend President's Day skiing (was it President's Day??), I was REALLY excited. With the help of a few siblings/friends I assembled a cute little skiing outfit, as I had zero snow clothes. Weird. Michael-Sean and his sisters and mama were so sweet to let me borrow their skis, boots, gloves and goggles. I was all set!
We went up to Sundance, and I am proud to say I did not touch the bunny hill once. We went straight down that mountain. Not gonna lie...one of the scariest things I've ever done. But what better way to learn that to just go for it?
Adventure #2: First time on the ski lift. Getting on wasn't so bad. You've just got to sit down and it pulls you up. Easy, right? I made sure the bar was down every time we were on the chair. I wasn't in the mood to fall off. Now the dismount...that was another story. The first time was successful, with maybe a slightly klutzy moment. But I stayed upright. The second time on the other hand......oh boy. Let's just say my poles got caught under the lift, that distracted me, so my skis crossed, one of them came off, and the entire Sundance ski lift was brought to an abrupt halt just for me. Thanks guys. Appreciate it.
Luckily I don't get embarrassed, and I just laughed hysterically.
We went on about 6 runs, if I'm remembering correctly. I spent the entire time with my skis pizza-ed. I'm not sure how to make that word a verb. Interesting. Even though I was always pizza-ing, I felt like I was going mucho fast. I quickly learned that if I was going too fast I could just fall, so that's exactly what I did about nine or ten times, and I've got some nice purple bruises to show for it.
One of my bruises on my knee. It doesn't look like much,
but I don't usually bruise. So...for me that's quite a battle wound.
Number 1- I'm so glad you went skiing and not to the dark side of snowboarding.
ReplyDeleteNumber 2- Remind me to tell you about the time I got ran over by the chair lift. I also had the lift stopped for that one.
Oh. You will receive a reminder.
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