I have a confession to make.
I am not brave.
I am not an adrenaline junkie. I don’t like speed. I am risk-averse in most aspects of my life. I used to be a little braver but since having the Dude, my inner safety mechanism has doubled in size. I can do hard things but I cannot do scary things. I find myself frustrated by this lack of courage, I hate it about myself. But that safety switch is deeply embedded in me.
I started skiing when I was 29. I was going out with this amazing guy and I adored him and wanted to marry him. He loved skiing, he loved me…I wanted to ski to make him happy. It became apparent that I was not going to be a great skier, but we got to the point where I loved being in the mountains, I liked skiing most of the time and I was decent enough and confident enough to go down red slopes (advanced intermediate). We were both happy.
And then…I broke my leg in a ski lesson. Not doing anything dangerous or fancy. Just skiing a red totally within my capability. I planted my pole in the wrong place, my boot slammed into the pole and my shin snapped over it.
Since then, my relationship with skiing has been very much love-hate.
Things I love about skiing.
- Being in the mountains!
- Ski shops and buying ski gear.
- Eating all the cheese, potatoes and cake.
- Lazy lunches en piste with mulled wine and carbonara.
- Chalets. Alpine things. Doorbells and sleighbells and schnitzel with noodles.
- The sense of achievement when you look back up a slope and think ‘Wow, I skied that’.
Things I hate about skiing.
I exaggerate to make you smile but there’s a lot of truth to it. So basically, prior to this trip, I was really nervous about it but wanted to ski, wanted to prove my inner chicken wrong. I also wanted to model courage for my little boy, who would be skiing for the first time.
We stayed in Steamboat Springs, CO which was faultless. AMAZING snow (trademarked as ‘Champagne Powder), blue skies, sunshine and some great slopes. And the long and the short of it? It wasn’t bad at all. I was really nervous at first but found my ski-legs again relatively quickly. I’ll never love skiing but we had a lot of fun and the views were amazing.
And best of all, our little man went to ski-school. We wanted him to try skiing but weren’t putting any pressure on him to do any more than one day – if he hated it, he wouldn’t need to go again. But he LOVED it and by the end of the three days, he could ski (slide slowly in snow-plough) round a little slalom course. I honestly thought my heart would burst with pride!
We got back from Colorado on Saturday afternoon…time to get Christmas started!