I don't have a bucket list. I've thought about making one and never really know what to put on it. I do recognize when I do something that is on my imaginary bucket list. Then I'll say, "That was on my bucket list, check." Last Thursday I did something that's been on my "bucket list" for probably 25 years. First I was too scared to do it. Then I was too out of shape to do it. Finally, I made up my mind that I was definitely in shape to do it I just needed to grow a pair and do it. What was it... ski an intermediate slope. My daughter and I were just too good to keep skiing the bunny hill. When the lift operator says, "You again, that was fast." You know you are where you don't belong.
First of all the intermediate lift is a lot faster than the beginner lift. It was almost terrifying the speed at which it went up the hill. It did, I found out as I got off, slows down for you to get off and then off it goes. As I skied down and around to our meeting place I psyched myself out. I saw how steep the hill was and started working out "plan B" in my head instead of paying attention to my skis. Next thing I knew my tips were crossed and I'm going down. It was a very soft lazy fall and with the assistance of a kind stranger I was up and back with my group. My head was back in the game.
It was the end of our lessons and we had been skiing for about 3 1/2 hours. Our plan was to only ski half a day so my daughter could get to her evening class. I asked my daughter if she wanted to make one more run even though I was exhausted, but she had fallen once on her way down too and had twisted her knee slightly. She said she'd rather have lunch now. I secretly thought "THANK GOODNESS!"
Even though I was ready to get off the hill that day. I'm very excited to start on the intermediate slope and practice my new found courage.
17 hours ago