I have a love and hate relationship with skiing. On good days I have perfect green runs and it makes me feel so alive that I could do anything. Then there are real shitty days where I fall constantly and come home with bruised knees. It’s been a frustrating process, especially while learning at 40 years old.
Growing up in New York City, I DID NOT learn to ski. My parents made legit reasons why we shouldn’t:
- It’s too dangerous. Our cousin broke his arm skiing once. So it was banned in our family.
- The sport was too expensive. They rather put food on the table.
- Playing sports were not encouraged. Studying well in school was.
- The nearest mountain with good snow was hours away. Too far!
For many reasons, my family and I didn’t get to the mountains very often. So I did not start to ski, until my adult life. At that time, snowboarding was cooler than skiing. I tried it a few times and hated it. Something about strapping both of my feet to a board, feeling helpless was not ideal for me. No thanks! Even after moving to Seattle, when the closest mountain was 45 minutes away, I couldn’t get myself to take lessons.
It wasn’t until this year, I’ve taken the courage to take up skiing again. It’s only because Kinsley started her ski lessons. I got on to it as well, so I can spend time with my family. There are days we ski together, and she sees me fall down. Her words of encouragement, “Mommy! Get back up! You can do it!”. Hearing her say that moved me. I want to set a good example for Kinsley and show that her own mom is NOT a quitter. Trust me there were times I wanted to quit so bad! The power of motherhood is very strong. I would do anything for this girl.
I think why I suck at this has a lot to do with “mind over matter”. The fear of falling just scares the heck out of me. So speeding down the mountain, is not fun for me. Sometimes I fall purposely, so I can slow the “F” down! Seriously, you can laugh but it’s true! I have too much to live for and don’t want to die yet!
In all seriousness, as long as my family skis, I will continue to keep trying. I might look like an idiot on the mountain, but at least I can look cute trying, right?
All outfits provided by Cordova, a tailored and après ski apparel, based in Seattle. The 70’s inspired ski suits serves both function and fashion. These babies fit like a glove and I wear a size XS on both styles. I do suggest to wear a base layer for extra warmth for those cold powder days. Looking this cute, I say you’re better off kicking back in these suits next to a fire place with a glass of bubbly instead.