Yeah, not so much. Okay, wait... I take that back. During my lesson at Sierra, I did really well. My falls were limited to:
- the stupid magic carpet, while not wearing my skis. I was told to step on, lean forward a bit, and keep my feet still. I have no clue what happened! With skis and poles in hand, I stepped on the belt, leaned forward, and rather than keep my feet still, they were moving back and forth like I was running in place. You know when you see a cartoon and the character is running on a treadmill but their feet can't keep up with the belt? Well, that's what I looked like. Eventually I fell down, and they had to stop the magic carpet while I rolled off and got back on... embarrassing!
- crashing through a group sitting in the snow. I was coming down my learning slope, and the stupid wedge stop was not working. And we hadn't yet learned how to turn and do diagonals. So here I come, sailing down the slope and right in my path is a group sitting in the snow. WTF are they doing sitting in the middle of a beginner slope for?! That's like death waiting to happen! I kept wedging the crap out of my skis/legs... nothing. And there I went, barreling right through as some of them tried to roll out of the way. My ski eventually went under someone's butt and stopped me. He probably had a bruise after that.
Here is my learning slope at Sierra:
Cut to the next day, when I tried to join the group at Heavenly. Up and away we went on the gondola, which FYI - amazingness! The views of the Sierra Mountains along with Lake Tahoe were so incredibly beautiful. I was content with the 13 minute gondola ride up and down the mountain.
But back to skiing... so with a group of 4 others, we poled ourselves to the first slope. Yeah, my instructor never said anything about that. Exhausting! Once we got to the slope, I looked down and had a panic attack. The slope was much more narrow than my practice slope. And there were trees on either side. I started to angle my skis and do diagonals, when I started sliding down the slope. Again, the effing wedge stop was not working. I finally just fell down. And let's not even talk about the ridiculousness of me trying to get up with the skis still attached. After that fiasco, I started again... freaked out once I started sliding and fell again. The slopes were definitely more icy than powdery.
I felt bad about holding the others up as they waited for me. It was their vacation, and I didn't think it was right for them to wait around for someone they just met. I told them to go on, and I would go back to the baby slopes. For the rest of the day, I stuck to my same baby green over and over again. I took the next day off and then took the shuttle to the California side on Friday. Again, I kept to my simple greens.
It was a bit of a bummer not being able to ski the blues with everyone else. But I would still do it again. The main thing holding me back is my fear. I don't have a fear of heights, but I do have a fear of falling/not being able to stop. It's the same reason that I only started riding rollercoasters about 9 years ago. I avoided them for years because I was scared of going downhill. I let that fear sink in when I was on the blue slope, and rather than remember my basics, I freaked out. I was also panicked that I would injure, not only myself, but someone else. A member of the group said I should take a shot before skiing... I see that ending in disaster!
*****
The best part of the trip was meeting new people. I'm a bit shy when I first meet people, but luckily the group made it easy to have fun. Many of them were talking about next year's trip, which I think they decided would be in Breckenridge. I definitely want to go again next year, even if not complements of work. It was still a great opportunity to spend a week with different people and have a great time.





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