Right out of a comic strip
December 7, 2008 at 10:36 pm (Jumbled Jabbering)
Tags: skiing
Heading down a snowy knoll, I can hear the ski instructor call out, “Wider, Carole, wider!” Yes, I know what I have to do, but I just can’t do it. So, my legs start getting farther and farther apart, and I can see the snow being “ploughed” by my skis. Finally, I fall face first in the snow after having done the splits for the first time in thirty years.
I don’t feel any pain, though I make my way back up the knoll avoiding eye-contact with anyone that might have seen the spectacle. Right out of a comic strip.
Then last Thursday, I head down a steeper hill to practice the snowplough. I made it to the bottom of the hill, screaming on my way down but proud to have made it in a vertical position, until I got near the bottom that is.
Since my four cross-country ski lessons started, I’ve been to the chiropractor a couple of times now. My knee, my hip, and my neck simultaneously scream for attention.
No, skiing is NOT like riding a bicycle. I have cross-country skiied in the past (a long time ago), but I don’t remember falling as much. I feel like I’m starting at square one.
I guess it’s one of those things: no pain, no gain. I’ll take a rest and try it again. Hopefully, I’ll have a few pictures for you.
Baino said,
December 8, 2008 at 3:03 am
My one and only foray into the ski life was a complete disaster with a bunch of Japanese tourists and the troll bitch from hell instructor and I’ve never been back. Carole, you’re obviously younger and braver than I. Good on you for perseverance!
Carole said,
December 8, 2008 at 10:11 pm
Well, so far I’ve spent more at the chiropractor’s than on ski lessons. Not a good sign. But yes, I will, I will, I will persevere.
Lynne said,
February 28, 2009 at 7:56 am
Too funny!…here I thought you were talking about downhill skiing to find out, as I kept on reading, that you were talking about cross-country skiing….yup!…you know you are getting old when…..
With that said, I’m sooooo glad you are taking up skiing again…and no! don’t give up…you’ll get the hang of it Sis….and the next time you come home, maybe the two of us can go **winks and smiles**
But before I end this comment I have to tell you a little story…
I finally mustard enough courage to try my “luck” at downhill skiing about 4 years ago…Here I was, with the instructor and the rest of the strangers taking up skiing for the first time…I was doing quite well if I may say so myself. We are finally nearing the end of the lesson. Here we are at the top of the ski hill and coming down the slope with a curve in it…there was no chance for a mistake because on one side of you was a drop and on the other side was a rock wall…so here I go, the instructor in or around the age of 40, very knowledgable and a seasoned skiier, was very good looking, reassures me that I had done very well. I was getting a little brave and showing off “my moves”…when suddenly, like you, I knew what I had to do but my legs wouldn’t cooperate with me…it was quickly evident by this time that I was quickly losing control, gaining more speed then I was comfortable with and heading for quick disaster. I could see the worry on my instructor’s face as he’s giving me instructions on how to gain control when I yelled out “I can’t…my legs won’t do it…..straight down towards the drop/cliff I go, my instructor quickly gets himself in my path, braces himself for the “break his gotta do” and I go flying into his arms, me on top of him and both his nands on my breasts…..I have never been so embarressed in all my life..and I’m sure neither was he…we were both red as a tomato…the group of strangers start clapping….and I look at him while still on him, trying to make “lite” of the situation were were in and said “Hi, my name is Lynne..glad to meet you by accident”…we started to laugh and of course I thanked him for saving me from serious injuries…lol
DAMN!….Just my luck…he was married ……ugh!