What I Know In Life I Learned from Skiing (or at least some of them)

A few weekends ago, I got talked into going on a ski trip with my friends. I, who have never had real winter experience, much less have affinity for doing any winter-related sports actually agreed to go on a ski trip.

I was excited, of course. It’s a new experience. We were renting an amazing cabin up in the mountains. I also bought ski gear that I was excited to wear. Sure, they were from Decathlon. But they were new clothes and I’m definitely that kind of person.

I was also terrified. Skiing represented so many fears for me. Specifically the fear of falling and breaking a limb and looking like an idiot. And if I’m being honest, I’m more concerned about my bruised ego than my potential future bruised ass. At almost 35 years old, you would think my ego is no longer as fragile as it used to be — but nope.

But I was more excited than terrified so — I still geared up. Went to the slopes with my friends. And I got myself a trainer. And while I don’t think I got good enough to qualify for the next Winter Olympic Games in 2022, I learned other things apart from surviving in a pair of skis in those 2 days that I hit the slope.

Trying to look cool even though I could barely move an inch

On how I thought I was going to go home with broken limbs but didn’t.