Friday, January 30, 2009

A return to skis

I'm trying to remember how it all started. I was feeling unsatisfied because my boyfriend and I have season passes at different resorts. The resort where he rides, Alta, doesn't allow snowboards. One thing led to another and I ended up on skis again.

The weather was horrific. In fact, after a couple of runs Aron went in to the lodge because he was freezing. I was determined to remember how to ski so I stayed out to take some runs on my own.

We got off the chairlift and I followed Aron in the direction everyone seemed to be going. He remarked on how ironic it was that we had one of the first chairs because now everyone was passing us. I chose not to let his comment affect me. I understood and it was my first day back on skis in eight years.

Aron stops in a place where we are going to descend. "That looks steep," I say. "Angela, you need to trust me. This is NOT that steep. Everything here is steep!" Aron said. I burst in to tears and told him to, "just go!" and the next thing I know he is gone. . .at the bottom. I know that I need to end up where he is so I start making huge traverses. I'm pissed. Why couldn't he just take me on a nice blue groomer for a warm up?

My anger escalates when he mumbles some excuse like, "I thought you could ski!"

Fortunately, both our attitudes improved as he became more patient and I relaxed a little. By the end of the day I was looking forward to going out again.

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