I think it’s time for me to face that our biking season is over. Ski season has begun! This past week we took our kids up to Stowe for a couple of days of skiing. Our ski season usually starts in January, but all of the mountains around us opened close to Thanksgiving this year! Hooray for snow!
I didn’t learn to ski until I was 26, and then I promptly tore my ACL (on a flat, in powder) and got pregnant, so I really didn’t learn to ski until I was 30 and had had two kids and an ACL repair. Last winter, I finally got brave enough to take myself out and work on things. I find skiing terrifying. I grew up in the midwest, where things are very, very, very flat, and people are cautious… so plummeting down a hill – nay, a mountain – at top speeds seems awfully foolish. Both of my kids ski (more or less), and my husband loves it, so it’s worth it to me to put in the effort so I’m not left behind sipping burnt coffee in the lodge, watching everyone else have fun.
Two winters ago, I had an almost 1-year-old and was desperately out of shape. I went up the magic carpet on a bunny hill, got vertigo, couldn’t face my fear of getting hurt again, took off my skis, and walked down. After a very cautious lesson on said bunny hill, I decided to practice by myself. I fell, and without the core strength to pull myself back up to standing, cried, took off my skis, and walked down the damn hill. Again. That’s largely how the season went. I think I might have snowplowed down a couple of greens, a couple of times, but I’ve blocked a lot of the memories. It was a lot of getting over my desperate fear of tearing my ACL a second time.
Last winter, both kids had skis and boots. It was looking like Charles was going to be coordinated enough to ski, so I decided to kick it into gear. We had started biking a little, but more importantly, I had completed 5 months of Beachbody workouts by the time ski season rolled around. I was leaner, and much stronger. I trusted my legs and my core strength again. So I took a lot of lessons, and I went out by myself to Pat’s Peak – our home mountain – on mornings when I had a sitter for the kids.
I skiied greens! I learned to get out of my wedge turns and keep my skis parallel! We took some trips up to Cannon mountain and I started to learn how to edge! Importantly, we took our SONS skiing, and I was able to help Charles up when he fell on a Blue trail – a trail I would have been terrified to ski the season before. I took Theo – then a very whiny 2 – skiing, and managed him between my skis and also beside me, holding onto a pole. We rode a chairlift together. I had the strength to help my children. Nothing could make me happier. We could be outside together in the winter — and all have a good time.
I can’t wait to see what this season will bring! New boots, I hope, and a better understanding of how to use my skis as tools to get me around the mountains!