My Three’s Company Moment:
- Boy: Hey Chase! I finally figured out how to get it up!
- Chase: That’s great! I told you it was all in the wrist.
- Boy: Yeah, I just had to move it up and down faster.
- Chase: Feels good when you get it the first time…
Chase teaching a classmate how to use a yo-yo.
So I survived the 4 days and 3 nights of 17 boys. The snow wasn’t as bad as I had expected given the temperatures were very temperate and we had rain. Chase is now a confident parallel skier. I’m so proud of him. Instead of going into gory detail about the trip, I took a bunch of pictures and hope you all won’t mind an image-heavy blog this time. I do want to mention something I feel like I learned on my 3rd day of skiing.
Ski Day 3
Beautiful weather. Views are spectacular. The instructor wants to take some of the more adventuresome boys through the woods in the powder.
As I started out, I soon realized that my bearings were different in the powdery and unpredictable woods. I found myself falling a lot. So much so that one tumble felt like it just rolled into another tumble. Then, I found I was second guessing myself and feeling unsure on the groomed runs. It was like I could see every little ice chip, divot, and groove where I could potentially snag my ski and kill myself. A voice inside my head re-told a horrible story I had just heard about another family whose child had become paralyzed during their last vacation after they wanted to go for 1 last dive. By the time lunch rolled around, I was feeling like maybe I should stay back at the lodge and sit the afternoon out instead of returning to the slope. It was at this point, I had my epiphany. I could either give up and stay home or I could make myself get back on the slopes and beat the voices in my head. Life is like this. This is what separates the pros from the amateurs. This is what defines character. I went back out for the afternoon and despite feeling tired and sore, I stuck it out. I felt good about my decision. I kept thinking to myself, this is where it all starts. The downward slide into ”Old Town”. I needed to nip it in the bud. Did those voices go away? No. But they weren’t nearly as loud either.
Until next time…