I won't be waiting any more because I know...I was made for you*

I went skiing again on Sunday, and it was both fantastic and horrific at the same time.  The first time I went (um yeah, on THURSDAY), I was by myself, so I didn't really feel the need to push myself at all.  On Sunday, I went with Mike, who's been skiing for 15ish years, and it was a completely different experience.  

We went up one of the smaller lifts and I had a terrible first run.  Awful.  I basically forgot everything I had learned on Thursday (I knew WHAT to do, I just wasn't really doing it) and I was a mess.  I fell a lot.  And, the way they taught us to stand up on Thursday was apparently not a good way.  So, Mike tried to teach me how to stand up for real.  And I tried like 20 times and couldn't do it.  Mike got a little frustrated with me and I felt really bad and kind of wanted to tell him he could go ski on his own so he wouldn't have to put up with me all day.  But, then, I tried it on my other side, and realized it was my hip that I had hurt two years ago, and it wouldn't go in the position I needed.  I was much better on that side (I'm still ridiculous and can't stand up normally, but I figure I have issues with standing anyway, so, no surprise there.).  

I finally made it to the bottom of the hill, and Mike decided I was ready to go to the top of the mountain.  I am amazed at his optimism.  I get on the chair lift and look up and up and up and got a little apprehensive, but, too late.  I didn't really have any other choice but to go up and then back down.   I still fell, but I was able to ski portions at a time before falling, so while I was in no way good at skiing, I wasn't completely atrocious either.  

We skied a few more runs, and I managed to actually do a few runs without falling.  Not very often, but it did happen few times.  However, for the life of me, I can't ski on flat surfaces.  You know, the EASY part of skiing?  Yeah, I can't figure out how to "skate" in my skis.  So, I was basically using my arms to kind of drag myself along.  I look very stupid. 

Then, Mike decided I was able to go for the blue runs (next step up from easy), and I felt bad, I was thinking he was probably horrifically bored on the easy slopes, so I agreed to try.  The first blue run was ok.  I fell a few times, but nothing awful.  

Then, we tried another blue run, and ugh.  WORST IDEA EVER.  It was way beyond what I felt confident in doing and I was terrified and I had no desire to ski there.  But, I didn't really have a choice.  So, I skied down.  Or, to be completely truthful...I fell down.  Yes, that is probably a better way to write it...I fell down the mountain.  And every time I fell, I was less and less confident in my ability to make it down the mountain, I was completely scared, thought I was going to hurt myself, and honestly just wanted to sit there for the rest of the day.  Even when we got to the easy part of the run, I was so freaked out, I just kept falling.  At the end of the run, I fell and slammed my face into the snow.  That actually really hurt (I have a lovely bruise across the bridge of my nose making my glasses highly uncomfortable to wear).  

So, I was shaken, and really not happy, and just not having fun.  We went back to the smaller lift and the easy run and I was still so freaked out, that I effed up that run really badly too.  I got to the bottom of the hill and I kind of just wanted to cry.  So, I went to the lodge and sat for a little while and talked to some friends on the phone while Mike went off and skied some of the harder runs. 

I decided I wanted to try one more run because I refused to end my day on such a crappy feeling.  We did the easy trail again, and I was sooooooooooo slow going down, but, I managed to not fall, so I felt slightly better.  

After we finished skiing, we went to a bar that Mike swore had the best Yuengling.  I was a bit skeptical, I mean, really, how great can a Yuengling be?  However, either I was just REALLY needing a beer, or Mike was right, because holy crapy, most amazing beer EVER!  It was so good.  

Then, I drove home and passed out, I was so ridiculously tired.  I woke up this morning completely covered in bruises and completely excited to go again.  I'm thinking I may go on Saturday before heading to Costa Rica with L.  

*She and Him