Today was one of the hardest days I have had in a long time–just getting from the car to the Sundance Ladies Day ski school took everything I had. How do skiers walk in these dumb boots wearing these hot clothes and carrying these heavy skis and poles. Make this times two since I had my daughter with me and had to carry her stuff and help her walk in the boots. Luckily, no one was filming us because we probably looked very silly. When we finally tromped to Sundance, we were met by a legion of angels–women there to help lost people find their way around. They helped us find how to finish registration for Ladies Day and Ski School and one lady was even kind enough to walk back to my car and retrieve my poles which I forgot. Then, these angels helped us walk to the ski school and even gave Anna a certificate for a free hot chocolate at the end of her lesson (I guess I wasn’t fooling anyone that I was ready to be anything than the hot chocolate mama).
My daughter, of course, was ready and excited to learn to ski. She took off with her teacher, Kaleb, and was happy as a clam. Never having been to Sundance Ladies Day , I was very pleased to find out that my ski instructor would not be a college-aged kid who does not understand the workings of a older body. To my great joy, my instructor turned out to be Linda’s husband Cody. After years of convincing me to learn to ski, Linda could not be my teacher, but Cody stepped in. The touch of grey in his hair gave me confidence that I was in good hands (along with the fact that everyone kept telling me he was the best instructor around).
That was the best part of the day. I actually want to forget most of the rest of today. While my daughter whizzed around me doing everything with ease, I had a hard time doing anything. I thought it was bad while I was at the bottom of the hill (trying to make small turns and shift my weight and move the skis around), but then, Cody and I went up to the bunny hill. Walking up there in those boots almost put me under!
Surprisingly, I did great at the tow rope–thanks to lots of tubing runs at Soldier’s Hollow. But then, the real test came–getting down the bunny hill. I have bruises on my bruises. I fell so many times and I don’t think I will ever get the hang of skiing. Four lessons is not going to be enough.
All I can say is that I feel bad for Cody who had to hold my skis so I did not fly down to my demise. Why did I ever think I could do this? Actually, it was a bit fun and I could see if I can get the hang of this, I will probably enjoy myself. Well, I guess I will be back next week to try again. Learning something for the first time is always hard.
As an FYI, my daughter conquered the bunny hill before I even got to it and took the lift to the first stop where she skied down with her instructor. Oh, to be young, foolish and close to the ground! We ended our day with hot chocolate, of course!