Ooo! Congrats to you, Tvan, for your fantastic accomplishment, and congrats to ALL OF US who are mid-life old ladies (even though I don't feel old...usually) and taking up the speedster sport of skiing. But, actually, it's not a speedster sport, is it? It's a "Wow, what a beautiful day to cruise down a beautiful mountain and enjoy God's creation," kind of sport. And watching people who ski well wind their way down the mountain is just plain elegant. Really inspiring. What a way to enjoy adulthood, eh?!
And I swear I spent more than 20 minutes pissed and fussing and cussing and flailing until some really sweet guy stopped and showed me how to reset or release or whatever the binding so I could get it on again.
Me, too! On my first run I spent the whole time on my butt, saw some snowboarders sitting on the ground waiting for a friend and asked them how to get down easily. They said, "If you go that way it's green." I thought, "Green?" I asked them if "green" meant that it was grass. Then I got stuck in the trench by the side of the mountain, couldn't get my skis off, and had to get safety services to help. They just took me down the rest of the way on the injury toboggan, even though I wasn't injured (which in itself is amazing). That was the most fun of the whole thing! After that I learned how to take my skis off.
Now I can ski practically anywhere, but I never took lessons. Bad bad bad idea. I can ski anywhere, but I don't do it well and I don't have control. I'm finally taking more lessons, feel like I've dialed back my skiing a LOT, but I can already see how the new things I'm learning make a difference. I should have done lessons so much earlier. Keep up with the lessons!
Yea to all of us oldies who have figured out how to enjoy life!