So I went night skiing yesterday. It was fabulous. It had just snowed, it was pretty "warm", and it was free (oh yeah baby). So we're skiing down one of our favorite slopes and we're chatting about how heavy the snow is. It was pretty carved up and pushed around so you had to dig in pretty deep.
I know that when I start to think too much about exactly how to get down the mountain it leads to worrying too much about falling, and that, obviously, can only lead to actually falling. The funny thing was though that I was commentating the whole fall, haha. It went like this: "Oh, I caught an edge!" (I start to pick up speed), "Ooh, I caught another one!!" (even more speed, legs spread wide, no control), "OH SHITTIES!!!" (hahahah, what does that even mean). Tumble, tumble, then face first, spread eagle, arms out wide, skis flipped toward my head. The whole time I kept my eyes open and all I see is snow whipping up past my face. I must have slid at least eight feet on my stomach because of all the speed I had. My dad comes skiing up laughing and asks, "Hey, did you take some good snow samples?!"
I got up, finished the slope, then went into the lodge for a rest. As I take of my gear, layers of snow come falling out of my pants, hahaha. Always a good time : )