I'm learning to ski. I haven't really mentioned much about this over the last few weeks because, well, I don't know why. Usually, I've been so wiped out after a day, or half day, or one quarter day, or just thinking about, skiing, that I don't even want to talk about it. But today! Today, what I did on the mountain could potentially be construed as actual skiing. "Actual skiing" in this case meaning something other than flailing myself madly, and in terror, down a slope while repeating at a rapid pace, "shitshitshitshitshitshistshit...."
I'm telling you, I was turning and stopping, and, wait for it, actually having a good time. I think it helped that I had a friend with me who was just learning to snowboard so we took it nice and slow (and I wasn't the worst one in our group of two.) Usually, Sunday is my day for rest and recuperation, both physical and mental, but I'm going back out tomorrow, that's how much fun I had. I may be pushing my luck but we'll see how it goes.
Me. Skiing. Or at least riding the "J" bar. I almost look like I know what I'm doing.
I'm telling you, I was turning and stopping, and, wait for it, actually having a good time. I think it helped that I had a friend with me who was just learning to snowboard so we took it nice and slow (and I wasn't the worst one in our group of two.) Usually, Sunday is my day for rest and recuperation, both physical and mental, but I'm going back out tomorrow, that's how much fun I had. I may be pushing my luck but we'll see how it goes.
Me. Skiing. Or at least riding the "J" bar. I almost look like I know what I'm doing.
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