I’m Not Good at Skiing

This weekend I’ve concluded that I’m not good at skiing.

My brother invited me to go night skiing with him & his girlfriend (Christina) & their friends. K was in Texas and I was free so I said yes. (I hate turning down fun activities.) After work on Friday I drove halfway across the state to meet my brother at Mad River Mountain. (Yep, that’s really the name. No, I did not see a river, but it was dark.)

We geared up and hit a bunny slop, just to get our footing. Next, my brother, Christina and I moved up to the next level of difficulty (which wasn’t supposed to be difficult at all).

I have a problem with skiing because I need to be in control, but I’m not good at slowing down. My right hip cramps up every. single. time. and I can’t lift my right ski and turn it. Twice I had to stop halfway down the hill and put pressure on my hip to get it to relax. I think I’d be a good skier if it weren’t for my stupid leg.

I hate admitting that I’m bad at something- but I’m bad at skiing. I had a great time on Friday, though, and I’m so glad my brother invited me! My cramping hip tired me out faster, but I still enjoyed a few runs!

*Bonus Embarrassing Story*
Our first ride up the ski lift was a disaster. I was concerned for Christina (I don’t know why) and anxious.  Anyway, we got to the top of the hill and Fred & Christina slid off with no issues, but I didn’t move. I stayed on the lift and got stuck and the whole lift had to stop and the guy had to guide the lift to a deck and I had to take off my skis and step down. I WAS SO EMBARRASSED! I kept apologizing to the people on the lift who were now facing me. Fred pointed out that I’m lucky they let me off at the top and I didn’t have to ride down, passing ALL the people on the lift.

When I finally made it off the lift Fred and Christina and everyone on top of the hill (let’s say 30 people) were laughing pretty hard. Oy vey.

Are you a snow sports enthusiast? Have any traumatizing stories similar to my new hall-of-fame-r?

-Louise