Entry FeedWhen I was growing up, we used to ski. My parents would take us on ski vacations, but the last time I skied was before I was married, about 10 years ago.
On Monday, I skied for about 2 1/2 hours with the boys. It is Friday, and I am still sore.
Maybe I used new muscles. Maybe I am more out of shape than I thought. Or maybe I am just getting old.
Both sons did very well (and yes, they wore helmets, though husband and I didn't - next time we will.) Instead of the old rope tows and poma-lifts, they have something called a "magic carpet." This is like a moving sidewalk up the hill. AMAZING! The kids just stand there. Innovation and technology have really improved skiing for beginners.
We rented daughter some skis, but she wouldn't actually go on the hill. She walked around in her ski boots, her snow pants and pigtails looking like the cutest little ski bunny ever. But she didn't ski.
While I took my turn watching her, the boys headed up the magic carpet. Son Two fell off about a third of the way up. I watched him - I watched the operator. I wondered if I should put on my skis, or just run over in my boots to help. Then he stood up, skied to the bottom of the hill, and got back on. Aren't kids amazing?
Near the end of the day, Husband and I took the boys up the chairlift. This is why I am sore. Son One managed well with his father, getting down the blue square run with only one fall. Son Two took one looked down and panicked. First, I tried to head down with him holding my hand. But I gave up, placed him between my legs, and snowplowed down holding him up. Have I mentioned Son Two is 50 pounds? Plus equipment?
Fifteen minutes later we made it down.
Me: Husband, did you notice Son Two was having some trouble?
Husband: Yeah. Looks like he was afraid to come down.
Me: Were you thinking of coming to help us?
Husband: I knew you had in under control.
Me: Thanks.
Apres ski, we relaxed on a balcony outside the chalet. The sun was shinning. We were refreshed from the exertion. It was a wonderful day.