Hi Ladies!
So as my season begins to wind down I have to say I think I regressed. A LOT!! My youngest now skis better than me. My DH is and likely will always bay way better than me. My oldest is a slopestyle snowboarder so of course no fear and mad skills. We kind of came to a place that the fam doesn’t enjoy skiing with me nor I them. I got injured just as my season was starting. Small ligament tear and nerve damage that took weeks to feel better. My leg healed but my fear has only grown. I feel panicky heading to the lift and pray that I make it down alive and in one piece almost every run. The only time I relax is on easy green groomers and I enjoy that feeling of not having to think about it so I could spend all day doing that, but my family gets bored. We have had crappy snow this season so a lot of crusty, scraped off days that freak me out. Today my daughter led us down a blue that was all ice and moguls. I had to do a lot of sliding and side stepping while cursing at my family who were below barking out directions I couldn’t really hear anyway. After that I took a break to rehydrate and calm down. I met the coolest 73 year old lady who says she only skis moguls! After resting and talking with her, I felt a lot more confident going back out on blues. I have been skiing five years and have a lot of days under my belt so I expected to be getting better and braver, but this year I went the other way. I think the fact that a lot of friends we skied a lot with in past seasons didn’t come up as much either due to our lack of snow, hasn’t helped my enthusiasm either. In past seasons I have been the cheerleader getting us up and out early and staying all day. This season I have had to convince myself to get out there and am pooped and over it after a couple hours. I am hoping a summer off will put some distance between me and my lackluster season, otherwise I might need hypnosis or Xanax or I don’t know what next year. Will I ever get over the fear? I have always been cautious but this year I am sure I will die or at least have a life changing injury. Two season ago I even skied black runs with a patient and encouraging friend. My husband feels no fear and gets impatient with people who do. He has big dreams of me getting to his level and I have fantasies of myself slowly shushing down greens all day and being ok with that. We’ll see what happens next year I guess!
So as my season begins to wind down I have to say I think I regressed. A LOT!! My youngest now skis better than me. My DH is and likely will always bay way better than me. My oldest is a slopestyle snowboarder so of course no fear and mad skills. We kind of came to a place that the fam doesn’t enjoy skiing with me nor I them. I got injured just as my season was starting. Small ligament tear and nerve damage that took weeks to feel better. My leg healed but my fear has only grown. I feel panicky heading to the lift and pray that I make it down alive and in one piece almost every run. The only time I relax is on easy green groomers and I enjoy that feeling of not having to think about it so I could spend all day doing that, but my family gets bored. We have had crappy snow this season so a lot of crusty, scraped off days that freak me out. Today my daughter led us down a blue that was all ice and moguls. I had to do a lot of sliding and side stepping while cursing at my family who were below barking out directions I couldn’t really hear anyway. After that I took a break to rehydrate and calm down. I met the coolest 73 year old lady who says she only skis moguls! After resting and talking with her, I felt a lot more confident going back out on blues. I have been skiing five years and have a lot of days under my belt so I expected to be getting better and braver, but this year I went the other way. I think the fact that a lot of friends we skied a lot with in past seasons didn’t come up as much either due to our lack of snow, hasn’t helped my enthusiasm either. In past seasons I have been the cheerleader getting us up and out early and staying all day. This season I have had to convince myself to get out there and am pooped and over it after a couple hours. I am hoping a summer off will put some distance between me and my lackluster season, otherwise I might need hypnosis or Xanax or I don’t know what next year. Will I ever get over the fear? I have always been cautious but this year I am sure I will die or at least have a life changing injury. Two season ago I even skied black runs with a patient and encouraging friend. My husband feels no fear and gets impatient with people who do. He has big dreams of me getting to his level and I have fantasies of myself slowly shushing down greens all day and being ok with that. We’ll see what happens next year I guess!