STORY #1 --
This story, like most, has at least two perspectives ... This is mine, I'll make sure Doug posts his (very short, but I think it adds something).
I'm standing at the top of a pretty steep hill, at the bottom of which is a little "lunch shack" thing where a crowded outdoor section (maybe 100 people) are having lunch. I think to myself, "got to look good," and I start down. I cut left, right, get some speed, do some more cuts, there's snow flying all over the place, I feel like I've got this thing under control! I know how to ski. I can feel my legs burning but I feel like I know what I'm doing. There's about 100 feet of downhill left so I go straight down to gain some speed. I'm flying now, hit the flat surface going about as fast as I'm comfortable. I go another 50 feet on the flat surface, I see the "SLOW" sign, I cut a little to slow down and !WHAM! hit the ground.
I have no idea what happened, but next thing I know I've planted my face into the snow and my right ski is behind me.
I look up...ok, WAY to far from the little ski lodge for anyone to have seen the crash...no worries. Then I hear Doug, "Scott!! Are you ok?"
I don't answer, not yet ready to yell back, too tired.
He yells again, I look up and say, "Yes, I'm fine," clip in my ski and head over to the little break area.
STORY #2--
I am an expert! I did a black diamond!
OK, it's more like the black diamond did me, but I still went down it.
OK, I didn't know it was a black diamond until the next run when I was skiing by the entry point to it and saw the sign ... so ... my unconscious self is an expert...
...and if you've ever seen me ski you know that's a HUGE stretch with respect to my skill. Actually, I did it twice, the first time I got about half way down and fell, then lost a ski, then the other ski. It's extremely hard to stop the downhill slide on a mostly straight down hill. I finally stopped, looked up at my skis, one about 50 feet up the hill, the other another 30 feet past that one. I looked down at Doug, who, I'm not sure he knew the gravity of the situation because he was laughing hysterically. So I shouted about his sense of humor and began the "walk of shame" back up the hill. Well, it wasn't really a walk, I think I'd have done better with some climbing equipment because I was mostly on my hands and feet crawling up because to lean further back would have sent me backward down the hill.
Very humbling, right?
No.
The humbling part is when I got to the first ski and looked up, a little kid, maybe seven, and his mom were standing at the other ski and the mom said, "Here, let us help," and the kid scoots over and kind of pushes the ski to slide down the rest of the way, then proceeds to ski past me.
Expert? Thanks for the ego boost, little man.
Comments...
douglas nerad wrote
2-17-2008 @ 23:30:43 (PST)
My Turn
I posted my version of the events you described. Thanks for calling me out!
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