Okay, so remember
my whining about how I haven't been skiing since 2003, and aren't I pitiful?
No longer!
I went skiing yesterday. It was great.
Saturday we were at a friend's 8th birthday party. J and I were chatting with the parents, and he asked them if they would be skiing on Sunday. They said yes. J asked if I could go with them. They said yes.
I said "what? But... but..."
J said "you want to go. You should go. You're going."
And so I went.
It was great. Nice and sunny and clear, and not too cold. The snow was nicely groomed and not icy. I did maybe 10+ runs... I lost count. That's how much fun I was having.
Oh, AND I'm actually an okay skier. I really didn't know how I would do, since it had been so long. But I did really well. No falling. Went fairly fast. Even tried a couple black diamonds, and *had fun* on them. I think maturity and a better sense of my own body has really helped my technique. Which is nice.
So I did it! I went skiing! Now I definitely won't wait so long to go skiing again. Thanks, friends!