I love the snow. I love snow ski-wear. I love beanies with ski goggles. I love ski lodges. I love taking my boots off at lunch in the lodge. I love Deer Valley turkey chili. I love hot cocoa breaks in the lodge........but I can't say I really love the skiing itself.
It kind of stresses me out.
You see, I was a freshman in college when I went skiing for the first time.
Here I am.....with the white headband & a perm......
See how I'm smiling?
It's because these were taken before I tried to ski.
The first time skiing is a miserable experience.
And it doesn't help at all that you usually don't have appropriate ski-wear. Look at me.......I'm wearing pink knit stretch pants!! My legs were popsicles before I even successfully made it on a lift!
And then.......you must get off the lift.......terrifying!.....is the only word to describe it.
I recall being amazed at the speed I could attain in such a short amount of time........until the impending crash & yard sale.
All in front of my girl & guy friends whom I adored, whom had all skied on family vacations and such growing up.
I hated it!!!
I had to include this picture. This was the same ski day. At lunch the guys put suits on & skied in them the rest of the afternoon.
I swore to myself right then & there.....as I lay in the snow.......after a sweet faceplant.......that when I had kids of my own, they would learn how to ski as kids......so they would never have to endure such a mortifying experience like this!
I made it through the day, and luckily without having to be taken down the mountain on the first-aid toboggan (like Michelle did a majority of the times she went skiing).
I kept with it, though, and married a skiier, and now I can make my way down a black diamond if I had to, but would much rather be in the lodge with my boots off........
......and gosh darn it, all my kids can ski !!..........except Gus because he's 3, but we're putting him on skis Spring Break....... and Marlee can ski circles around me!
We thought so.