On Monday, we went to Mountain High to ski.
I skied vicariously.
I can’t remember when I last skied. I am sure I have not skiied since I had kids, which would be at least 21 years.
So on Monday, I experienced skiing again through my children as they skied for the first time. I remember going through the same learning curve. Getting used to the heavy boots, walking awkwardly, skiing into a tree…been there, done that.
I was never a good skiier. At my best, I was barely able to get down the intermediate slopes. Yet, as I watched my kids, I felt that if I were to ski now, I would know what to do.
Age has matured me. I play tennis better now than I did when I was younger even though I hardly practice now and my body is not what it used to be when I was 20. My confidence and understanding of the sport as an adult has improved my game.
So it is with skiing, though I did not test out my hypothesis. I am through anything that hurts.
My husband, on the other hand, chose to test his limits. The brave man tried snowboarding for the first time. We had not even heard of snowboarding in our days. I am proud of you, honey. Never say die!