Reflective Essay: The Day I Learn How To Ski
My friend Phil (Blues name Blind Dog) was already a skier, so I thought I’d borrow some of his equipment, to save money in case this whole ski adventure (and Arlene) did not work out. I knew nothing of skiing, so when he handed me his snow bibs, I squeezed into …show more content…
Although, it was a confidence I did not deserve. Awkwardly, I slid toward the top of the trail. My plan was to serpentine the mountain until I reached the bottom.
The mountain, however, had other plans.
As I started toward my left, my skies turned and pointed down the mountain, like nails drawn to a magnet. In less time than it took me to scream, “Oh shit!” I was off. Faintly, in the distance behind me, I heard Arlene yell, “SNOWPLOW! “ At this point, I needed a real plow to be parked in front of me because I had no idea how to stop. My speed increased, I divided the skiers in front of me. Some shouted encouragement as I flew past them; others cursed me as I tried not to die.
As I neared the bottom of the trail, I had no choice. Every muscle tensed, I just fell over. I skidded and rolled and eventually came to a stop. I jumped up, hands raised in victory toward the sun — yeah, I meant to do that, I hoped they’d think, but people had stopped watching.
After a few more runs, I did start to feel comfortable in my new skin. On the second day, I went up with Arlene and her family to the restaurant at the very top of the mountain. There was a green (novice) and a blue (intermediate) trail I could take back down after we had something to