
Rachel hitting the slopes with me (bad cell phone pic)
Last night, Rachel had ski club so I decided it was time for me to get back on the slopes after a very long break. I was very nervous because it has been so long but seeing Rachel ski made me realize how much I loved it when I was younger. She has lessons first and then free ski time so I planned to meet her at free ski time. Paul suggested I ski down the bunny hill a few times before I met her but because of traffic, I only had time to go down one time before it was time to meet her at the lodge. When I began skiing at the top of the hill, I felt like I was going way too fast! I even snow plowed the entire way down because I wasn't used to skiing anymore. Miraculously, I didn't fall so I felt ready to meet Rachel and hit the slopes.
We went down the bunny hill twice and then tried the Pennsylvania run. It's a long quad run from the top of the mountain. I can't believe I made it down without hitting someone or falling. There were so many kids out on the slopes, it was difficult to avoid running into them--especially snowboarders who kept falling right in front of me. Rachel's a little speed demon! She kept complaining that I was way too slow (And it was only her fourth time skiing) She's much more fearless than I am. I like gently swooshing down the slope at a leisurely pace where I feel completely in control. Rachel barrells down the mountain as fast as she can and then looks back to see what in the world is keeping me. Once we got to the bottom of the run, my knee hurt like crazy (same knee I hurt skiing when I was 13 that has bothered me ever since) and my legs were like jello. She looked at my face and said, "What's wrong?" I tried not to let her know what an out-of-shape mediocre skier I have become so I just told her I was getting a little tired. We went down the bunny hill again a couple of times and FINALLY took a break because her fingers were cold (thank goodness--I was dying!) When we got to the lodge, a bunch of Rachel's friends wanted her to go with them so I stayed in the lodge with a fun group of parents while she went out. She was gone forever so I decided I'd just ski the bunny hill until she got back. It was so relaxing and non-stressful. I just rode the lift and skied down over and over again. Remember, at the beginning of the night, I snow plowed almost the whole way. By the end, I took it straight down and right back onto the lift.
Rachel finally met me. She had gone with a bunch of more experienced skiers from her basketball team down some intermediate runs and then went down a black diamond run five times. What an impressive skier she is becoming. We went for a couple more runs before they closed the resort. All in all, it was a great night. I'm so excited to ski again. When I got out of the car after we drove home, my calves were so sore that I could hardly walk and I winced and waddled all the way to the house. That never happened when I was younger! But it was worth every ache and pain (and believe me, I'm feeling them today) to get back on the slopes again.
I didn't fall while skiing at all. I even managed not to fall when I snowboarder skied right into my back and nearly knocked me down. However, I did fall right after I took this picture (I was standing still, trying to unzip my coat, hold my glove and pole, put my cell phone away and somehow lost my balance.) After I got back up, we skied down the hill and I fell, once again, while putting my cell phone away after checking to see if we had time to go down the Pennsylvania run one more time before they closed. It was bizarre! Then I realized both of my boots were unlatched. . .I don't know if there was a connection. . . but I blame both falls (within about 1 minute of each other while standing still) on the boots--it makes me feel better.
Today, we took the whole family and drove an hour and a half each way to the stake center for Stake Leadership meeting. Paul and I both had meetings so we dragged all the kids up there (they had babysitting.) Rachel was complaining that she was the oldest kid there and I reminded her that next year she'll be twelve so she'll be at home babysitting while Paul and I go by ourselves to the meeting. We are all so glad to be home. Unfortunately, now I have to go grocery shopping which will require me to walk--OUCH. I will survive, though! It was worth it!