Funny you should mention this. Lately I've been perplexed about my inconsistancy. One day I can ski the bowls, the next day I struggle with a simple blue. I'll make a choice to ski a particular bump run, but when I get there, I can't seem to make the first turn. The other day, I helped out someone who was frozen on a bump, only to return and be unable to ski the run myself.
I asked my maestro di ski about this, and he, in turn, answered my question with a question:
"What are you thinking about when you ski these runs?"
"I'm telling myself not to be afraid, that I can do it, that I've skied these before..."
"What about your mantras?"
OOPS!!! Isn't it ironic, don't ya' think. She who does not respond to psychobabble uses psychobabble on herself and wonders why it does not work! Well duh!!!!
So, presenting, the Mantras:
Hips opposite tips
Weight on the downhill ski
Touch toe roll
Two flat two
Metal to metal
Slide scan turn
Pull through the tips
Today, I was mindlessly skiing down Andy's Encore. I made one wrong turn, and ended up in a place I had no business being in, especially by myself. My first reaction was to mumble a bunch of negatives to myself.
"GEEZUZ, this is so steep I may as well ski off the face of a skyscraper!"
"Don't even think about traversing this. It's too narrow, and you can get get killed by someone coming down at top speed."
etc. etc. etc.
Then I realized I was the only one on the trail.
There were also a whole bunch of moguls, that could help me take my mind off the steeps.
It's easier for me to tighten the radius of my turns on a bump run then it is on a plain old steep. Go figure!
I remembered my mantras.
Obviously, I lived to tell the tale!
I get the bottom, and oh s**t!! I'm at the Super Bee and my stuff is in Center Village. It's 3:50, and I need to catch a 4:15 bus, otherwise I'll be late for my next class! Needless to say, I did not have enough time to ski the run the way I usually would; stopping frequently to make sure "it was safe." Reciting the mantras rhythmically kept me moving fluidly. When I reached Solitude, they were playing Dave Bruebeck's rendition of "My Favorite Things." I began to sing the mantras to myself, using that rhythm and tune.
I made it to my bus on time!
Great topic, D-Chan!