This week was a little bit of a doozy. Things have been running relatively smoothly, up until this week where it felt like a few hiccups turned into minor headaches. Nothing too terrible, just annoyances that I had to deal with. I started to feel overwhelmed and over it. I turned to Garrett on Wednesday afternoon and said, “I just need to get out of the city.” He joked about maybe going skiing. The next thing I know, Teddy’s dropped off at his day care place, a car is reserved, bags are packed. We went to the Vineyard Vines opening and then picked up the car, loaded everything in, and then hit the road!
(Side note: this really reinvigorated my desire for a car in NYC. It’s expensive to rent a car, and I know we’d take advantage of the car for quick and even longer adventures. I miss having a car!!!)
I’ve never skied before, but Garrett has seriously hyped it up for me. I had no idea what to expect. I was pretty nervous from just simply not knowing anything about skiing. Garrett spent a little bit of the drive explaining everything and warning me about the hard and frustrating parts. (I can attest that he covered it all perfectly… thankfully!) We pulled into Okemo, Vermont around 1am and found the only open hotel (an adventure on its own ha), slept a few hours, and then hit the slopes.
I’m not sure if I’ve ever been so scared and/or frustrated before. I couldn’t figure out the whole stopping thing and freaked myself out about gaining speed. Garrett was essentially physically stopping me for a good bit on the little bunny hill where we were practicing. (No joke, I had tears in my eyes just wanting to quit and drink hot chocolate inside.)
A few more bunny-hill-runs later and I sort of had the pizza thing kind of down. (That is, I could at least marginally stop myself.)
^^ Proof that I got to the top of the mountain. I knew my family would NOT believe it without picture proof.
No bones broken, although my body was exhausted. One bad bruise on my hip from a fall, but otherwise in tact!
The drive home was beautiful. We loved driving through the little Vermont towns.
The hardest part: Picking myself up off the ground whenever I fell– literally not figuratively. I swear my arms are so sore just from trying to stand up again. The skis were heavy and I was clumsy. Not a good combination!
The funniest part: I forgot to get off the chair lift one time. Like, legitimately forgot. I wasn’t thinking anything and the next thing I know, I’m looking at Garrett (off the lift) and I’m still on it. I jumped. JUMPED off the chair and landed on my back. I can’t think about it without laughing, even now!
The best part: The real miracle of the trip is that I actually got to the top of the mountain. At that point, the only way down was, well, down. I was very nervous, but it started snowing right at the top of the mountain. It was gorgeous. I just loved being up there with Garrett.
The part I need to work on the most: Confidence! I was really scared to put my skis straight and pick up any kind of speed. I more or less pizza’d down the whole mountain.