I managed to get down to the ski park yesterday for my first lesson. I was able to find the park without a problem and was instantly enchanted by the trails. They are well maintained and gorgeous. I got there very early so I was able to wax up and take a test run. This was my first time using my new skis. The last time I went skiing, I was still using the old three prong technology and my skis were much heavier. I can't get over the lightness of my new skis.
I skied a lot as a child, but haven't skied actively since about 1999. My dad thought I should take lessons to perfect my technique and make sure I'm not doing anything that could cause me any type of injury.
My ski instructor was about my father's age, but he was obviously an excellent skier and a good teacher. The other people in my class are all about at my level. There is a Korean woman, a Chinese guy about my age, a small German marathon runner, a recent immigrant from the Netherlands and a former alpinist. Our instructor made us do a lot of technical drills and perfect our technique.
I had a fabulous time, but I am really, really sore today. I also bought the world's greatest
socks . Seriously, I can't say enough about these babies. Wearing them was practically a spiritual experience.
I couldn't figure out why I reeked like a campfire when I got home, but I soon remembered that I had worn my shell to a work related weiner roast in October. My sweaty ski body brought the smell out of the coat and the front of my apartment still smells like camping. It's really weird.