Next week is my 15 year high school reunion. I decided a while ago that I would not be attending. I really don't see the point. Does that make me ultra-cynical? I talk to everyone I want to talk to from high-school... no offense but I really don't care what everyone else is up to. I have nothing to prove, and I'm quite a few pounds heavier, have a few wrinkles, a few grey hairs... nothing in particular that I want to show off!
Christmas is coming, and we have decided to get the girls snowboard lessons for Christmas this year. And I'm thinking its about time I got back on the slopes myself. Thinking of this has brought back many memories, which is what reminded me of my looming reunion.
I used to ski... practically 2-3 times a week. Growing up back east, we had an after school ski program, so I would go every Tuesday evening, plus the weekends. Its just what we did. In fact its how I met my high school boyfriend... but that's a story for a different day.
Anyway, I used to ski, A LOT, and I wasn't too bad. Till I lost my confidence. One winter while home visiting from college, my youngest bro and I decided to head up to Sunday River (a resort in Maine), to visit some friends who had a condo up there, and to do some skiing of course. On this day, I was coming around an icy hair-pinned turn when my edges caught some ice, and I went flying off of a 10 ft ravine and landed right on top of a snow making machine. It was truly a miracle that no bones were broken. I had about 20 people staring down at me from the trail yelling, "don't move!". When I finally did move, OUCH! I remember driving home that day was the most painful drive of my life. I was covered in black and blue for weeks, amazed that I wasn't a quadrapalegic.
I attempted to ski after that, but it just wasn't the same. My confidence was gone, I was shaky and too cautious. Finally, I gave up . It helped to move to the west coast where it was "out of sight, out of mind". But, now having lived in the reno/tahoe area for over 10 years, I think its time to hit the slopes. But, I think I'm going to try snow boarding instead. Hope I'm not too old to make a fool out of my self!
I suspect it may not be as icy in Tahoe. Laura, you crack me up! But regain that confidence. You'll be fine, guaranteed!
ReplyDeleteHahahaha. You are so old. My 15 year high school reunion won't be until *cough* er, like...wait. I guess it would have been this year. Maybe they had one without me...
ReplyDelete(Author's commentary: I was going to make a joke about my 15 year being next year to demonstrate how old you were, then I litreally did the math in my head and realized my mistake in the middle of writing. I decided to leave it in. It just feels right.)
I have never been skiing. I went snowboarding once and it seemed really scary to me. There is no protection from all kinds of horrible things. How do people not fall off the ski lift all the time? Especially kids? There is NO PADDING on any of the trees. I was literally scared away from it. I wasn't a fun kid. I'm sure you'll be fine.
I don't go to my high school reunions either because I don't like hanging out with old people. As to skiing . . .
ReplyDeleteI used to ski a lot too . . . Then I got married and lost my confidence that way . . . (cracking myself up) . . . As Jadon gets older I can see getting him on the slopes, although I may have to learn how to snowboard . . .
Karen, you're right, not so much ice here... as long as I can get past my loathing for the cold, I should be fine.
ReplyDeleteDiga, I'm seeing quite the vulnerable side to you here.
Mac daddy, maybe we can hit the slopes together... we could start a club "Seniors on the Slopes".
So how did your reunion go? Anything blog-worthy?
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