I went skiing Saturday with my S.O. Dennis. My experience: I had been down a very small bunny hill a couple of times a few years ago.
I was nervous about the lift on my first run, but that wasn’t bad at all. But at the top of the hill I kept falling and couldn’t figure out how to get up and was ready to quit. I was so close to throwing a temper tantrum and I think Dennis was close to throwing me out of his life. I made it down, after falling on purpose several times (I felt like I was going so fast and out of control.) and we headed over to the bunny hills for a bit of practice. Things went well, I was sort of learning to turn, so I went back to the small hill I started on. I got the turning down okay, not good enough for my liking, but at least the turning I did slowed me down so I wasn’t just barrelling down the hill full speed, full of terror.
So, the day started out crappy, but ended fairly successfully. Hopefully we can get one more day of skiing in before winter is over; I’m hoping to get a run down the big hill!
