"older skier"
I started to ski at 51. My husband decided to get back into skiing after a hiatus of many years. Two years ago he suggested I go with him and take a lesson. What did I have to lose? Too old to become self-conscious about looking stupid, and envious of those who could navigate down these beautiful snowy mountains, I told myself to "go for it." At the end of my first group lesson-- (which was a disappointing disaster. I should tell you about that! Might be interesting for all of you pro instructors to read about lessons from a student's point of view.)-- I crawled away under a cloud of doubt and regrets for every aching muscle in my body. On the following day I was up there once more fighting with myself...I KNOW I CAN DO THIS! I was also lonely in a crowd. No teacher, no friends, no husband. Waa, waa, waa. Negative thoughts were coaching me to give up while watching the three-year-olds whizz past me without poles. I KNOW I CAN DO THIS!
Later in the season I took another lesson--two women--at our local mountain. Determination, coupled with opportunity, can do wonders for those second chances. I am 53 now and totally hooked.
I suppose I am an "intermediate" skier. That term may mean several things to many, and I realize its importance to equipment, safety, etc.; however I ski for what it brings to me personally and not for the definition destination. There is no rule or reason prohibiting anyone from taking their skills to a higher level. Challenge is what keeps us going back to the mountain. But we REALLY ski because it's FUN! Improvement is a fundamental serendipity.
Horseback riding or any other activity that gives you confidence, pleasure, and contributes to overall physical conditioning --or even targeted conditioning--is just an added bonus.
I guess what I'm saying is that I learned to ski because I was not going to limit or compress my expectations. I RELAXED.
...and I still take lessons whenever I can.