Sore on the snow

June 29

Day two on the snow and I was wondering how my body would fare this morning when I awoke. By 9am we were on the road heading towards the snow fields for a 10am lesson. It took longer to get there than the day before and our instructor, Tanya, was waiting for us as we rushed across the parking lot and to the school waiting area. Today our lesson was together since I had caught up enough to Amber to warrant this. Rather than the “falling leaf” we had learnt the day before, we now progressed on to “S” turns which were far more frightening because you had to go quickly downhill at one stage in the turn. Pivoting your hips in the direction you were going and pointing the way helped and after a few ups and downs (vertical on the lift AND on our bottoms) we got the hang of it. We high-fived Tanya and continued on our own after an hour learning.

Up and down we went, sliding off the ski lift, falling and getting up again. Before too long my legs were as sore as they are after an hour of rowing. The staff was kind enough to let us use their staff room to boil a kettle and cook our noodles and before too long our insides were warm and our legs rested enough to go out and do it again.