Today I actually woke up in time for the first lift! Because I was taking a lesson- an all day lesson.
So I turned up at the meeting place... outside the kids ranch, wrestled my way through the five year olds (it wasn't that hard seeing as they reached my knees in height) and walked up the hill to the top level section. They're called the Eagles! (hearing animal names for the ski groups made me so nostalgic, my, is that a tear in my eye?)
There was only one other person in my class. Guess how old she was? I'll give you a clue. Take my age and halve it. Yep, here's some maths for you. Take the number of countries I've skied in (4) and double that; number of countries she's skied in. Now take the ski class level I was in (9), add 0 and that's the level she was in. My salvation lay in the fact that I was taller than her and I still beat her down the hill every time... by about 15 seconds. Joy, my ego felt great!
In the lesson I got to do some pretty fun runs. Like you know how there was that guy who kind of... ceased to exist on this earth let's call it... when there was this, well, some people like to call it an avalanche...? Well you know that run that it was on? I kinda skied it... TEEHEE :D It was fuuuun!
Oh, something else that I learnt; I can own a 7 year old in a snowball fight. Yeah. That's something to be proud of.
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