You captured this experience perfectly and hilariously. goombas part made me laugh out loud and the spelling of "skiing" has also always driven me crazy 😂 such a fun read!!
I’ve been laughing about this since I read it yesterday. I’ve long since given up my skis (and yes, a weird little word) but I learned when I was older than everyone else in my class and remember the humiliation falling, losing my skis and my five-year-old sister bombing fearlessly (not angrily) and spinning to a stop in front of me like a Tinkerbell in snow pants. Later in life, I “taught” skiiing. My specialty was adults. The instructors used to take the little ones and have fun while I more or less escorted the women who were there because they were outvoted on the family vacation destination or the men who wanted private lessons in snow plow so they didn’t look bad in front of their friends. Kudos to you for making it happen and kudos to you for this wonderful story.
Thanks for the kind words Elizabeth. Your comment feels like the beginning of a great article of your own on skiing. If you ever decide to write one, I’d love to read it. It’s also great to hear that you learned later than others and still became good enough to be an instructor. Gives me hope!
I should note that I was not a certified instructor - I was more of an apprentice/babysitter/gopher who got free ski lessons and lift tickets in return for taking the awkward adults off the hands of the others. I could certainly empathize with my students. Sounds like you've made an excellent start!
You captured this experience perfectly and hilariously. goombas part made me laugh out loud and the spelling of "skiing" has also always driven me crazy 😂 such a fun read!!
I’ve been laughing about this since I read it yesterday. I’ve long since given up my skis (and yes, a weird little word) but I learned when I was older than everyone else in my class and remember the humiliation falling, losing my skis and my five-year-old sister bombing fearlessly (not angrily) and spinning to a stop in front of me like a Tinkerbell in snow pants. Later in life, I “taught” skiiing. My specialty was adults. The instructors used to take the little ones and have fun while I more or less escorted the women who were there because they were outvoted on the family vacation destination or the men who wanted private lessons in snow plow so they didn’t look bad in front of their friends. Kudos to you for making it happen and kudos to you for this wonderful story.
Thanks for the kind words Elizabeth. Your comment feels like the beginning of a great article of your own on skiing. If you ever decide to write one, I’d love to read it. It’s also great to hear that you learned later than others and still became good enough to be an instructor. Gives me hope!
I should note that I was not a certified instructor - I was more of an apprentice/babysitter/gopher who got free ski lessons and lift tickets in return for taking the awkward adults off the hands of the others. I could certainly empathize with my students. Sounds like you've made an excellent start!
Dear Mark
Your post is delightful and hilarious.
Thank you for sharing your experience with us.
With gratitude,
Thanks Rodrigo!
Lol at "they look like the Goombas from Super Mario and should be treated the same: avoid at all costs". Won't be able to unsee that!
Enjoyed reading this! Sounds like it’s time to come out to Colorado and ski with Chris, Shay & I!