TsuKata
Certified Ski Diva
After an hour of building myself up to it today, I finally managed to get onto a chair lift. For those not familiar with my history, I’ve been skiing three times in the past month for 4-6 hours each time, and the whole time, I’ve been on one of the four magic carpet mini-runs. (I know it’s sad, but they were very exciting to me.) At any rate, I was definitely at a point where I could handle the longer beginner hill, but I just couldn’t get myself to go on the chair lift. It took a lot of coaxing, even this time, but I went on the quad high speed at my local ski hill with relatively minimal drama.
As for getting off, I totally wiped out. I felt backwards trying to slide off, and I banged my head on the ground. I was, however, wearing my brand spanking new helmet…I was very glad for that, because the next chair was coming right toward me, and I actually banged myself pretty hard on the ground. The helmet had gripped the top of my glasses, though, and so, not only was I all laying on the dismount hill, I couldn’t see! And I was just like calling out “hey, help me…I can’t get up, and I can’t see what I’m doing!” The guy who had been on the chair with me and my DH came over, and they stopped the lift long enough for me to get out of the way. And, my DH was actually trying to help get my skis off, although I didn’t realize he was there until I was about to get up, because (as previously mentioned) I couldn’t see anything. Once I hobbled away, I got my glasses and helmet situated and then all was cool, and I was ecstatic I’d made it up alive and well.
The people waiting around on the flat area were totally cool about it all. The guy who helped me up (an older man on a snowboard) told me that he’s been skiing thirty years, and that the dismount for that particular lift is just nasty right now, because it’s so icy and stuff.
To make a long story short, then I went down the green run, which actually had a really steep and long bit for the last part of it that was really tough for me. I took a triple “older style” (for lack of a better description) lift back up to the top, falling down on the dismount again...this time because I didn't get off the chair soon enough. I went down the theoretically blue run next to it, which was actually far easier than the green in my opinion. And then, I took the quad lift again. Over the course of the evening, I took the lifts 8-10 times, and after those first two times, I never fell. It is so much fun (and so tiring!) going down the longer runs, and I'm also just so excited that I managed to get past the mental block and do it!
Home now, tired and satisfied. Yay.
I just had to tell y’all, because I’ve been talking about my lift fear on here for so long.
As for getting off, I totally wiped out. I felt backwards trying to slide off, and I banged my head on the ground. I was, however, wearing my brand spanking new helmet…I was very glad for that, because the next chair was coming right toward me, and I actually banged myself pretty hard on the ground. The helmet had gripped the top of my glasses, though, and so, not only was I all laying on the dismount hill, I couldn’t see! And I was just like calling out “hey, help me…I can’t get up, and I can’t see what I’m doing!” The guy who had been on the chair with me and my DH came over, and they stopped the lift long enough for me to get out of the way. And, my DH was actually trying to help get my skis off, although I didn’t realize he was there until I was about to get up, because (as previously mentioned) I couldn’t see anything. Once I hobbled away, I got my glasses and helmet situated and then all was cool, and I was ecstatic I’d made it up alive and well.
The people waiting around on the flat area were totally cool about it all. The guy who helped me up (an older man on a snowboard) told me that he’s been skiing thirty years, and that the dismount for that particular lift is just nasty right now, because it’s so icy and stuff.
To make a long story short, then I went down the green run, which actually had a really steep and long bit for the last part of it that was really tough for me. I took a triple “older style” (for lack of a better description) lift back up to the top, falling down on the dismount again...this time because I didn't get off the chair soon enough. I went down the theoretically blue run next to it, which was actually far easier than the green in my opinion. And then, I took the quad lift again. Over the course of the evening, I took the lifts 8-10 times, and after those first two times, I never fell. It is so much fun (and so tiring!) going down the longer runs, and I'm also just so excited that I managed to get past the mental block and do it!
Home now, tired and satisfied. Yay.
I just had to tell y’all, because I’ve been talking about my lift fear on here for so long.
My bf just went skiing for the first time on Valentines day, and he as nervous about the lift. He had already fallen on the magic carpet the first time--he was standing up too straight and it jarred him backward--so he wasn't too sure about the lift. 
