I can’t believe it is 2012. Like, WHOAHH WHERE DID DECEMBER GO?? I AM GOING TO MAKE A small tiny REQUEST. TO JUST SLOW DOWN. JUST. A .LITTLE. BECAUSE I CAN’T KEEP UP WITH HOW FAST YOU ARE GOING.
And, while I am making requests- please bring me a dog or a massage therapist to work on my shoulders..
The beginning of December my family was able to get together for ski/snowboarding trip! I adore when my family can get together! We all cherish being around each other. There are many laughs, games, discussions, kids running around like maniacs and babies cooing. Perfection.
There was one thing that I did not look forward to… that would be snowboarding. or as I call it ‘my archenemy’.
Let me give you some background history.
I was raised skiing. I was actually really really good. Then I progessed to snowblading- I could even go down the hill backwards. Impressive right??
Then I went back to Skiing, because it was brought to my attention that snowblading was not very cool- this was made clear when I saw both a 7 year old and a
70 year old something man going down the hill at that time.
Skiing was something I enjoyed. I could swoosh swoooosh swoooosh down black diamonds. But then that all changed. My school had arranged for everyone in my class to go to the local ski hill- Rabbit Hill- for the day.
Now, snowboarding was still a fairly new thing. The year before that, my brother wore winter boots when he would go snowboarding because they had not made snowboarding boots yet.
So, like I said- it was a fairly new thing.
Everyone in my class was going snowboarding. So what did I do. I went snowboarding.
The whole time I was terrified for my life. No, I am not being dramatic- I actually was.
I envisioned myself catching my snowboard edge and falling all the way down the mountain- my neck snapped in two and blood everywhere.
It was not fun for me. But EVERYONE was doing it.
I kept trying to snowboard. For over 10 years!!!!!!
Fast forward time to Feb 2010- My family got together for a snowboarding trip- I cried on the mountain. My tears froze up in my goggles. and Matt had to hop of the mountain with this snowboard to come and get me.
As you see, that went verrry well.
Fast forward to this past December 2011:
On our drive to meet our family at the cabin- I promised Matt I wouldn’t cry but he promised he would have more compassion to my fear when teaching me the basics of snowboarding.
Snowboarding is confusing to me. Especially when you are coming down the hill and have to face another upward hill- which means you have to get enough speed to make it up that next hill. I don’t want to go fast. I will lose control of my board. That is unsafe in every regard. So what happens EVERY time… at some point I always have to take my back boot out of the snowboard and do a half walk/half glide motion (which can be very exhausting) all the way up the other hill.
We decided Tuesday morning we would go to the mountain and get our snowboarding on.
I had knots in my stomach as we were approaching the mountain. Matt (my husband) is an phenomenal snowboarder, which made me all the more sheepish to snowboard with him to begin with. But he calmed my nerves.
And if I am going to be very truthful, there is just something very unsafe in my mind about have your TWO feet STRAPPED to a board. I know I am being all ‘grandma’ on ya’ll. sorry.
We were at the bottom of the hill, I strapped my one foot into the snowboard- and I looked at the chair lift. Tears stung my eyes.
Why you ask? Because I knew where ever this chair lift took me, I would have to come down some way.
I quickly blinked my tears away- remembering my promise, and lined up with Matt.
We got to the top of the hill. It was 10:15AM.
I won’t get into the nitty gritty details of it all, but lets just say I broke my end of the deal and I cried. lots.
I laid on the hill on my back and at one point I turned to Matt and said ‘ just leave me here- I will either die soon or scooch down the hill inch by inch until I make it to the bottom’.
We finally got to the bottom. It was 12:06PM. It took me nearly 2 hours to complete 1 GREEN run.
I quit. Right there. I went into the lodge laid my head on the table and burst into tears. I realized that this snowboarding this is NOT for me. I have always hated it. I have never once in the 12 years I have been attempting, enjoyed myself.
I am better off being the lodge bunny. and I will ROCK it. Make delicious soups and sandwiches for everyone.
Matt came back from the washroom and saw me in despair.
Coincidentally, my mother walked into the lodge at that moment. As much as I tried to smile, she knew.
She suggested that I try skiing. ‘ts been soooo long since I have skied- i will be a joke. I am not sure if I am willing to re-learn when I could instead be a lodge bunny. I have the most perfect pink coat for it’.
She laughed, took off her boots and gave them to me. “give it a try”.
I hesitantly put them on. I forgot how awkward it was to walk in ski boots.
Matt came with me.
I told him, I don’t want to try anything big. I would like to try this on the bunny hill.
He nodded his head.
The great thing about the bunny hill is that it is a conveyor belt taking you to the top. So you just have to step on and stand all the way to the top. I organized my ski’s in my hand and my poles in the other. Away we went.
We were about half way up the hill- I turned and gave Matt a nervous smile. He smiled back.
Some how that made me feel better.
The conveyor belt came to a quick halt. I fell.
I fell on the bunny hill conveyor belt.
My poles went everywhere. My ski’s split apart from each other and I was laying on my side in ski boots- which for the record are very hard to get up in. My helmet (yes, I wore a helmet for safety. You can never be too cautious) went over my eyes.
Any ‘Cool-ness’ I had remaining in me was knocked right out of me. Right there on the bunny hill. A humbling moment.
We FINALLY made it to the top. I took a deep breath. I clicked my boots into my ski’s…. and….
swoosh swoosh swoosh swooooosh swooosh.
It came back. I knew how to ski. I was a little shaky. but I could hold my own.
I did the bunny hill twice. Then I felt brave enough to try the mountain. We got on the chair and my heart was at ease.
Coming down the mountain was perfect. I actually had a FUN time. I could see the beautiful views, the snowy trees and not be laying in the snow wondering if I will survive.
I am a skier. Thank goodness.
Please excuse my puffy eyes in this photo. This was after I thought I was going to die on the hill snowboarding… but also right after I discovered I am a skier (excitement!!).
p.s- a special thank you to Matthew. you stayed by me on that mountain even when I thought that panorama mountain run was going to be my grave. I love you.