Friday, December 11, 2009

Day 1 ~ 2009-2010 Season

We skied for exactly 1 hour. 3:30pm - 4:30pm. A couple of maintenance guys pulled up when we were putting on our boots. "Are you guys here for the Free Ski?" Alta offers free skiing on one lift after 3:30pm daily but it wasn't the lift we were going to get on. "No," my boyfriend answered. The guys joked with us, "just getting a late start, huh?" We chuckled with them and continued getting ready.

What they didn't know is that I was using a pass that Aron got from his buddy that is a photographer. His buddy, the photographer, had gotten the pass for another friend that day and they were done skiing for the day. Since I don't have my own pass yet it was my first opportunity to ski without paying full price for a ticket when I may end up paying full price for a season pass.

I'm not complaining. I'm just trying to be smart. Why would I pay $67, or whatever a day pass costs, when I may be spending $1099 for a season pass? Enough about that, it will be determined within the next couple of days.

I felt goofie on my new skis. Almost like I had them on the wrong feet. I knew that wasn't the case because you can wear either ski on either foot. Bow legged, that is how I felt.

The wind was blowing with ferocity. I had to stop several times to stuff my fingers up into the palm of my glove. As we neared the bottom of my first run I began remembering how to ski and most important, what I learned last year.

We took a few more runs, traversing out to the Ballroom. With each run my confidence on my new skis increased. I made a mistake in the thick windblown snow and almost went down (a result of lifting my ski in my turn). What I thought when I recovered was, "Wow, this ski isn't going to let me get away with my old bad habit." Good. I knew what to do. I rolled my skis instead of lifting them to make the turn. Beautiful, it worked.

I felt nausea as we finished our last run. From the cold. I was that cold. -6 degrees without the windchill. We went inside to trade our ski boots for street boots. The pain I felt as the toes on my right foot thawed was nothing I remember experiencing before.

It was worth it, even less than a half hour after I experienced the pain it was worth it. I recently read something about the conscious mind choosing to remember pleasure over pain. I remember the pleasure of turning my new skis as the momentum carries me down the slope. Pleasure.

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