I had visions of me doing a Bridget Jones and managing to make a complete idiot of myself by not having any control what so ever. Only I hadn’t skied for about six years, and had only done about five weeks worth of skiing… Which I hadn’t exactly mentioned.
It’s like riding a bike though (another thing I did for the first time in a long time only last week), once you’ve learnt you know, except your technique is a bit dodgey. I wasn’t as good as I was last time I skied, although that might just be my memory, but by the end of the week my parallel was getting reasonably decent again. I was happy enough doing red pistes again anyway.
It was the last week of the season at the resort where we were staying, so the snow was more like ice. It freaked me a bit because on the first day I just kept swearing in my head thinking I had no control and was going to slide off the side of the mountain. The problem with thinking you’re going to fall is that you ultimately fall, and falling on ice is painfull. Get over it though and you’re fine.
I took a lesson on the first day. £35. No one ever say that skiing was a cheap sport. I can’t complain though because I didn’t have to pay for anything else on the holiday. However the lesson was in French so I don’t know how much I actually got out of it… Other than ‘serrez vos jambes’ which basically means keep your legs together. Standard really.
There was no internet at the resort. It was weird not having internet for four days, and I came home to a message from my mum wanting to know why I wasn’t communicating. There’s such an expectation that we should have internet access and be able to communicate instantly these days. It was actually really nice not having internet access.
Not much else to say on skiing really. I had fun. I didn’t make a complete fool of myself.