@floatingyardsale … I was thinking of you this weekend. I’ll share my story because I think it’s very resonant with the “afraid of the bunny hill” vibe.
Scene: standard Sunday ski morning at my local hill. Husband hasn’t been to the hill yet this season (has skied, but not at our pass hill). We ride up lift together to the top of the hill that is my STANDARD WARM UP.
It’s ice.
I say, “oh, I’ll be there in a minute, go ahead” and pause, and watch him go on. Contemplating my poor life choices. You see, last time we skied, it was SUPER slushy, so my friend and I had waxed everything on Saturday because the last outing had been SO SLOW. But now my super slidy skis are making me anxious. What if I didn’t get the wax off? Will I be able to use the edges at all?
I make one turn and CAN NOT not wedge. Like … my pizza is pizzaing hard.
So, I pause.
It’s super icy.
I carefully inch back up the slope to the flat part and pause. I CAN NOT get myself to try to go down, because I know I can’t actually wedge down the ice (like, what’s the point) but I also can’t convince my body to go. I’m sure people thought I was nuts, because at this point, people have made it to the bottom and are riding back up. Eventually, my husband gets off the lift, after having waited for me for a while at the bottom.
He is understandably concerned. I tell him I’ll be fine, and that I probably just need to rebuckle my boot.
He’s not 100% sure, but I send him on his way anyway. Re buckle my boot, and head down. Slowly. Which, guess what? I can do because I can use turns to control my speed!
It was fine. In fact, I would say I did a lot of good things on Sunday. But that start was ROUGH. And I thought of you.
Man, are our brains powerful for both good AND evil, or what? And this was after no issues skiing this season.