Yes, yes, yes.
I know I'm rejecting my duties as a blogger,
but I REALLY wanted to post this!
Over Christmas break we went skiing in Colorado.
This was my first time skiing.
Throughout the break, everybody kept telling me to go.
Apparently, this was the perfect snow for it
(whatever that means)
After many, many days of thinking about whether or not we should skiing, mostly talking myself out of it while others kept talking me into it, I decided to do it! Hey I had nothing to lose right? Well maybe my leg or arm if something went wrong.
We woke up early and went to Wolf Creek for some skiing. Jeremy joined me and took ski lessons with me even though he had skied plenty of times before.
(He's really good at skiing and looked so good doing it. Hey I married him!)
After practicing going down a small hill, going backwards, stopping, and slowing down, our instructor said we were prepared to go up the bunny slope! My instructor knew I was pretty nervous about this so she offered to sit next to me on the ski lift. As I'm waiting in line ready to board the ski lift, I panicked and seriously ran out of there! In the middle of my panic, I completely forgot about Jeremy and I heard him say,"I'm not gonna go anymore, I'm going over to my wife." (This seriously melted my heart when I heard him say that to our ski instructor).
We then had an hour break to eat lunch and I was DETERMINED to conquer the ski lift. I'm terrified of heights and unstable things = ski lifts.
Round 2
This time I decided to sit next to Jeremy while our instructor sat in front of us. I'm standing in line thinking about all the techniques taught in my psychology classes (breathing, thought process, etc.) and decided to try it out! So here I am, standing scared out of my mind, next to my husband, and-WELP, I jumped to catch the ski lift! I closed my eyes and held onto him tightly and asked him to talk to me about happy things. He talked about our wedding day and our future home and family. I finally get the courage to take a peek and, yep, I was so scared being so high up! Suddenly, we are getting close to the end of the line and it's time to get off the ski lift. I can't remember what I was thinking at this point except for, "I really don't want to stay on this any longer. I. NEED. TO. GET. OFF. NOW." haha so I threw myself out of the lift (literally). (OMG I'm still laughing just thinking about it). Of course, I landed all over the place.
But...fast forward to the end of the day-I was pretty proud of myself! I went on the slope 4 times and face planted 3 times getting off the lift! Overall, I had so much fun and skiing wasn't so bad :) Thank goodness I had my prince charming by my side to help his damsel in distress.
