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Is Not Athletic
Dec. 28th, 2008 10:18 amWe went skiing last night!
Or, more accurately, everyone else skied and I fell. We went to the easy hill to start out with since I haven't been skiing since grade school. Things from childhood are supposed to be smaller than remembered! This hill was great big! But I went down anyway. I had to fall to keep from going into the trench on one side and again to keep from running into the SLOW sign.
Witnesses say I was going really fast, coat flapping behind me and poles waving every which way... Seems to me the 'easy' hill shouldn't be steep enough for a klutz like me to pick up that kind of speed! I made it to the bottom, walked back up, and went down again. I fell in all new places this time.
A few of my wipe outs were pretty bad. At one point I had to take off my gloves to pick packed snow out of my ear. Then, I knocked Mom down twice while we stood in line for the lift. I fell again getting off the lift, but luckily didn't take her out with me. After that, I decided that I was a menace to competent skiers everywhere, and went to the Ski-Wee hill. I had it to myself since even the little kids were managing on the 'easy' hill. It was clear to me that my slowing down and stopping needed work, although achieving lunatic, kamikaze ramming speed was no problem at all.
So I spent the rest of the time falling down on the Ski-Wee slope. The Ski-Wee slope has probably not heard so much cursing since Tourette Day. By closing time, I was exhausted just from picking myself up so many times! Still, it was a really pretty night, and luckily the snow was soft. If it had been a little colder and the snow had been packed, I would've been bleeding on top of being pathetic.
Or, more accurately, everyone else skied and I fell. We went to the easy hill to start out with since I haven't been skiing since grade school. Things from childhood are supposed to be smaller than remembered! This hill was great big! But I went down anyway. I had to fall to keep from going into the trench on one side and again to keep from running into the SLOW sign.
Witnesses say I was going really fast, coat flapping behind me and poles waving every which way... Seems to me the 'easy' hill shouldn't be steep enough for a klutz like me to pick up that kind of speed! I made it to the bottom, walked back up, and went down again. I fell in all new places this time.
A few of my wipe outs were pretty bad. At one point I had to take off my gloves to pick packed snow out of my ear. Then, I knocked Mom down twice while we stood in line for the lift. I fell again getting off the lift, but luckily didn't take her out with me. After that, I decided that I was a menace to competent skiers everywhere, and went to the Ski-Wee hill. I had it to myself since even the little kids were managing on the 'easy' hill. It was clear to me that my slowing down and stopping needed work, although achieving lunatic, kamikaze ramming speed was no problem at all.
So I spent the rest of the time falling down on the Ski-Wee slope. The Ski-Wee slope has probably not heard so much cursing since Tourette Day. By closing time, I was exhausted just from picking myself up so many times! Still, it was a really pretty night, and luckily the snow was soft. If it had been a little colder and the snow had been packed, I would've been bleeding on top of being pathetic.
