Two Lessons I Learned Skiing
By rudeysroom on February 24, 2014
“Your belief determines your action and your action determines your results, but first you have to believe.”
- Mark Victor Hansen
I started to sweat on the ski lift.
I watched below with keen interest. Skis scraping on ice. Skiers searching for an edge - sliding, sliding ... sliding. Sheets of ice glistening on the surface of the runs.
I was hanging with my husband, his cousin and wife. And we were chatting, laughing, having good times sans kids (who were in ski school 3000 feet below).
Yet, worry was ripping through me. As I heard each cut of ice, I reassured myself: It's fine. I can do this. I'm not a beginner.
We reached the summit - almost 9000 feet.
It wasn’t until I got to the ledge of the run - to what seemed like a near-vertical drop - that I started to panic.
I looked at the warning sign planted at the start of the run: Experts Only.
It was then that I fervently wished I was at the base of the hill with a pint of Sierra Nevada in my hand, warming by the fire.
What did I get myself into?
I contemplated the steepness of the slope, the entry, the first crucial turns. If I could make it past the drop in, the first back and forth, I would be okay.
The terror was in the start.
I stood there for a few minutes. Really. Just stood there. Heart racing, trying not to panic. Staring down the mountain. My legs stuck in the snow. Seriously, what at am I doing here?
I watched my husband's cousin take off like a pro.
I watched as his wife opted to slide on her side down the face. I watched as she collided into a fallen skier.
I watched my husband make one turn down the run to check the conditions. He barely came to a scraping halt 20 feet down the face.
My eyes filled with tears. The feeling to flee washed over me - I feared hitting a patch of ice, losing control, and tumbling to my peril. And yet ... I was strong, game. I mean, I could just go on my side too, I reasoned with myself.
I starred at the Experts Only sign again.
I looked to my husband, what should I do?
He fully thought I could make it down the run in one piece, but wanted me to feel comfortable.
As we were ponding options, an older man approached. He peered down the mountain and said out loud, "No way."
He then looked at my husband, "Do you want me to take her down the other side?"
I must have looked that pathetic, so fearfully paralyzed, that he looked to my husband instead of me.
"Yes, yes, please," I said, jumping on his offer. I mean, I had no helmet. I hadn't skied in eight years. ... who was I kidding?
More than my hiatus (I do a lot of squats) and my lack of safety (I got a helmet straightaway), it was the terrain. The ice sheets lead to visions of me on the back of a ski-patrol sled in pieces.
In good powder conditions, I am certain this is a fantastic (and safe) run. But this ridiculous ice, well ... mountains are unforgiving and one slip could result in a long and dangerous slide, broken bones.
I thought of my beautiful daughters in the ski school at the base of the mountain,
and knew I needed to bail out.
Following the man's lead, I veered left to the "bail out" run. This run really didn't feel like much of a bail out with 50-mile-an-hour wind gusts, a treacherous icy surface, and a narrow passage with a steep cliff on the right. I feared anything resembling fast would result in an unscheduled ski jump off said cliff.
Controlled zigzagging was out. A basic, wide snow plough was in. It was not graceful (rather Bambi-like), but the wider I turned, the slower I moved. So, I cut into the ice in that fashion, trembling.
I reminded myself: Don't look at the stunning view. Just get down the ridge. I pep talked: You can do this. Just keep going. You can do this.
I dreamed of the blue groomers (less icy!) that I would soon cruise on.
Once I was through the danger zone, it was smooth sailing. I started on my normal ski rhythm ...
Lance, my 75-year-old helper, stopped mid-run at the bottom of a hill, and turned to wait for me.
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