Hmm. Do I fall? Yup. Took a beauty a few weeks back. Seeing how far I could lay over on my new slaloms. That nice soft snow broke from under my outside leg so fast, I didn't even have a chance. Caught the inside edge, flipped me forward both ski tip caught, skis flew off, landed on head then ass. Proceeded to slide down hill on my butt for another 300 feet until I was able to dig my ski poles into the ground. Good times.
Tree skiing last week. Found a brand new "run", and about two feet off snow. Anyone who tells you trees are 90% air is full of shit. More good times.
I was just telling my wife that I think it is time for a new helmet since this one has a good half dozen solid hits.
Oh, then there was the day I decided to tele. Okay, maybe not an expert here, but I hold my own. Of course this time I decided I was going to learn to bump ski. Lost count that day.
I am a 48 year old stuck in a 16 year olds brain. Probably from too many hits to the head.
I am always trying to learn new things, or get better at current things. Only way for me to do it is to fall.
Interestingly, my workouts at home focus on maintaining active muscles, not to build strength or bulk, but so I can take the hit when I crash skiing and mountain biking. Lots of focus on the back, shoulder and neck. These are the areas that seem to go to hell in a handbasket for most people. Probably because we sit eight hours a day in an office.