wow, this thread is going to make me cry.
so many of those runs...from the very first green run that things began to "click" and the resulting day-long perma-grin, the day something felt "different", and I knew the difference between skidding and carving, to holding my son under his arms and lifting him into the chair for the first time. but if I were to pick the best it would be:
I started skiing at 28, (Ive been really regretting not starting when I was young, but when ryan just offered his words of wisdom on the subject, I felt much better, thanks Ryan...) but anyway Id learned late and had been working on getting over the fear of different types of terrain. I could not, however, get over the fear of bumps, i wanted nothing to do with them due to a bad experience.
I was taking a lesson one warm spring day, with a fantastic ski pro named Doug. we were working on just form and tecnique,but he kept dropping hints about bump technique, ("do it this way, but if you were in the bumps, you would...")All was fine and the lesson ended with drills for me to work on and then doug suggested a particular groomer that he said would be most productive for me. I smiled my most thankful and trusting smile, jumped on the chair, and headed for the suggested run.
I located said trail and sailed passed the "danger, ungroomed!" signs, still trusting All Knowing Ski Pro. It was warm, spring time, and the corn was just getting really mushy. I was having a hard time with it. Suddenly I found myself amidst what seemed to me at least an ACRE of ungroomed moguls. it was only an intermediate run but it scared the hell outta me. WORSE, it ran RIGHT UNDER the Chair.
First thought, "if I live throug this, Im gonna KILL doug." I watched a woman who was just as scared as I sidestepping back up the hill. Nope, that wasn't me. I looked back down the hill.
Some smart-a** know-it-all pulled up beside me. He said "if you're uncomfortable, why dont you walk down?" THAT did it!! LINDA doesnt WALK down ANYTHING. I spread out the arms, put the knees together, and just ATTACKED that run, muttering the whole way about not walking down ANY hill, anytime.
It was not pretty. It was by no means graceful, but it effectively got me over that last aspect of terrain that I was afraid of, and opened up a whole new world...Now there was NOTHING i couldn't do. as soon as I was at the bottom punchd the air with both fists and yelled "YES!"
Unfortunatley, I never caught up with doug. (to thank him, not Kill him!)I love bump skiing now and cannot WAIT for next season.
oh, im gonna cry...