I lack the part of the brain that can look at a steep snowy mountain hill and think "I should fly down this hill as fast as possible by utilizing these metal skis attached to my feet!"
I can't do it, and this was proved today.
My father has been excited about hitting Timberline for two months. He bought us all skis and masks and all other requisite paraphernalia. I tried to stay positive, I got up every time I fell, but the skill was never acquired and now my rump hurts.
I was a little disappointed in myself, but after some reflection I feel confident in saying "skiing is not for me, and there's nothing wrong with that!" Some people can't shoot a gun, some can't tap dance, and others cannot successfully complete a thick historical biography of Eleanor of Aquitaine and enjoy it. I can do those things, impressively.
I cannot ski, and I will NEVER go again and I'm okay world!
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I've never been despite the constant begging of some of my friends. It just combines too many things that I already don't enjoy (snow, heights, going down hill really fast...) so I've convinced myself that I could never do it. Although I have heard from people that you need to go skiing at least 2 or 3 times before you actually like it.
I haven't given up altogether on skiing...but I'm not skilled in this area. Did the whole fam go?
Dad, myself, fletcher, and Hannah. I also took my friend Mike. He was super patient and even took Hannah down the big hill. So I guess that consitutes the whole family except Mom.
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