A great Friday!

This whole last week I was sick with the cold and finally on Thursday I was able to walk about without wanting to cry and jump back into bed. Thank the higher being that it is all over!

On a fun note, I went ski'ing for the very first time in my life. I was real rocky at first but was able to ski down the small hill right away. I learned how to stop (only at slow speeds) and then how to make some good turns.

However, my boyfriend wanted me to go onto bigger and better jumps. Oy! I went to a larger one with some good turns and was fine (3 times down) and so they wanted me to check out the larger lift.

OMG, the lift went WAY up and the way to get off was to go down a steep ramp! And a VERY slippery icy ramp at that. I was able to stop myself before plummetting down the large hill but then I was apparently supposed to go down it anyway.

Like a big girl, I went ahead and went down it twice... the first time very slowly and I was ok. The second time, just a bit faster. But, the third time went WAY too fast and I couldn't turn or anything. I passed up the lift by a long shot and was able to stop by hitting the bank of snow slightly. I had one of those epiphenic moments where I was empty of everything inside - no life flashing before my eyes, just a certainty of impending doom and no way to steer clear. So, I stood where I stopped, softly told the guys to go ahead and go again and just stood there until they came down again.

They did stop and I smiled weakly and tried not to worry them - I had almost started balling when I was thinking about how fast I had gone. So, they suggested we go to the cabin and eat. Well, that apparently was a task in itself - they said the easiest way to get there was through going on the hill on the right. That it wasn't a "bad hill, it ends on the easy hill you have been going on at the first few times". So, I agreed, took the high lift and went right this time.

Well, let me tell you, I let them go first, made myself go VERY slow because it looked like a sheer drop more than a hill to me and even going slow, i was suddenly going so fast I couldn't think straight. I was headed right for the trees on the other side of the "easy" hill and so I had to reach down and let myself fall or go tossing into the trees. Let's just say, that hurt. But, it wasn;t the fall that made me start balling my head off - it was the feeling I had from not being able to control where I was going while ski'ing. Next time, I'll know my limits and tell the guys to go ahead more often. hehe

I did get back to my feet after resting and eating, and hit the "small" hill a few times, just so I could make myself not be so scared anymore. I knew if I didn't, I wouldn't want to go back. So I did that hill about 4 times and then finaly stopped and waited for the guys.

All in all, it was a great day! Met tons of people, tried something new, got to be with D and enjoyed a great, warm day.