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When did this actually happen? Sunday, January 24, 2016
The first time skiing was a very painful and slightly scary experience. I think this was mainly due to the fact that my optimistic friends took me to ski down a blue piste. Please keep in mind that I had never ever been on skis before. So, long story short, I fell down a lot and it was caught on camera.
My main motivation, I should add, to get down the slope, was to get to the lift, because walking up the slope in ski boots (which hurt like hell) was something I considered even less likely than skiing down.
Me, as I spent most of my morning: lying in the snow with two very long and cumbersome skis attached to my feet.
Sometimes I had brief intervals (of say 10 seconds: I am not lying) of actually skiing. Whenever that happened, I was feeling quite proud and happy, because skiing down is quite a nice sensation (when you don’t fall).
Me at the bottom of my first blue piste. Look at the very strained and terrified smile I try to give my friends. Very telling.
Finally some respite: lunch! After lunch I decided I had quite enough of skiing for one day, so I took off the painful boots and drank hot chocolate in the restaurant. An afternoon well spent I would say!
My friends insisted on me standing on this podium, to celebrate I was ‘number one’ as I had managed to ski for the first time (more or less).
Close up.
Other friends :)
Group picture at the end of the day! Notice the guy at the far right: he didn’t belong to our group. We have no idea who he is. But he refused to move for our picture!?
The first time skiing was a very painful and slightly scary experience. I think this was mainly due to the fact that my optimistic friends took me to ski down a blue piste. Please keep in mind that I had never ever been on skis before. So, long story short, I fell down a lot and it was caught on camera.
My main motivation, I should add, to get down the slope, was to get to the lift, because walking up the slope in ski boots (which hurt like hell) was something I considered even less likely than skiing down.
Me, as I spent most of my morning: lying in the snow with two very long and cumbersome skis attached to my feet.
Sometimes I had brief intervals (of say 10 seconds: I am not lying) of actually skiing. Whenever that happened, I was feeling quite proud and happy, because skiing down is quite a nice sensation (when you don’t fall).
Me at the bottom of my first blue piste. Look at the very strained and terrified smile I try to give my friends. Very telling.
Finally some respite: lunch! After lunch I decided I had quite enough of skiing for one day, so I took off the painful boots and drank hot chocolate in the restaurant. An afternoon well spent I would say!
My friends insisted on me standing on this podium, to celebrate I was ‘number one’ as I had managed to ski for the first time (more or less).
Close up.
Other friends :)
Group picture at the end of the day! Notice the guy at the far right: he didn’t belong to our group. We have no idea who he is. But he refused to move for our picture!?
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