I didn't grow up skiing.
Steve did. So when we were dating, we all went (a group of friends) and I was the only one who didn't do it leisurely.
I did ok.
The memory from that trip is Steve skiing ahead of me, backwards, trying to coach/instruct me. He's very, very patient and I think a great teacher.
HOWEVER.
As I was picking up speed, all he kept yelling was "you're going too fast! You're going too fast!" but gave no instructions on how to actually slow down.
As I'm FLYING down this mountain, I see a group of children at the bottom of the hill.
Fuck. Are you serious? Like, I'm gonna be that person that plows into a group of people? Nope.
So I "turn" the best I can and literally go RIGHT into the trees.
I didn't hurt myself too badly...well, my pride and self esteem was shot.
But. Yeah.
Not exactly the best ski trip.
But!
Yesterday?
I did better than ok!
I felt ok.
I loved being out there with Steve and the girls.
My friend Emily and her boys also came.
I went down the bunny hill twice before tackling the littlest hill they have there, Infinity.
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| Mila no longer needs any help. She needs to work on her turning, but she's able to stop. Ava has zero concept of how to use her legs on skis, so she just flies down, knowing Steve will hold her with the harness. Ugh. This child. |
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| lookin' like a PRO |
After a few runs, Emily and I went inside and grabbed a drink while the rest of them kept on going.
Then after that, Emily and her kids came back to our house for pizza and wings while Steve stayed back to continue skiing with a buddy of his.
Had such a nice time!
I hope to get out there one more time. Then maybe next season I'll get my own gear. Renting is such a pain (and kinda gross, honestly).
Till next time!
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