Unsuccessfully attempts at conquering fear..
Ken and I finally made it to the snow last weekend. For someone who loves the snow, he has not being very persistant on going. I, on the otherhand, have been begging to go because I have a $600 snow outfit that I need to use more than twice. I don't actually love the snow, because skiing instills a strange, vomit-inducing, all-consuming fear that will come out of no where at the worst possible situations; usually when I'm trying not to fall down a hill. I think it has something to do with my first snow experience, two years ago, where I crashed into all sorts of poles, trees and people. It seems to be a confidence issue for select slopes, regardless of how steep the gradient is. Sometimes I think that it would save a lot of money to not bother with the snow, but I'm too stubborn and refuse to continue to be crap at anything where it is within my measure to be better, including skiing/falling down hills.
This is my one and only classy moment of the day. Ken took me to the other side of Mt. Buller that was full of empty runs lined with beautiful snow covered trees. Firstly, I didn't think that the mountain had more than one side. Secondly, I didn't think that skiing could be useful in sight-seeing.
After this photo I got paralysed by fear because I couldn't see the bottom. As I was standing, mid-slope, assessing the route down with the lowest possible gradient, I stacked on my stomach and had to walk down because I couldn't get my skis back on. Consider that I managed to ski down later in the afternoon when the mist rolled in and I couldn't see more than 20 meters ahead. It really doesn't make sense.
Not sure which was more embarrassing; stacking while motionless, or getting into the reverse cowgirl position at the lifts because a snowboarder stacked between my legs from behind..
This is my one and only classy moment of the day. Ken took me to the other side of Mt. Buller that was full of empty runs lined with beautiful snow covered trees. Firstly, I didn't think that the mountain had more than one side. Secondly, I didn't think that skiing could be useful in sight-seeing.
After this photo I got paralysed by fear because I couldn't see the bottom. As I was standing, mid-slope, assessing the route down with the lowest possible gradient, I stacked on my stomach and had to walk down because I couldn't get my skis back on. Consider that I managed to ski down later in the afternoon when the mist rolled in and I couldn't see more than 20 meters ahead. It really doesn't make sense.
Not sure which was more embarrassing; stacking while motionless, or getting into the reverse cowgirl position at the lifts because a snowboarder stacked between my legs from behind..