When I was in seventh grade at Reynolds Middle School, I had a chemistry teacher, Mr. Ostroff, who loved skiing. Each day before class, Mr. Ostroff would talk about skiing for five minutes or so. He organized annual ski trips for students. He also put together fundraising to pay for the trip. Although I never signed up for any of the ski trips, I always remembered his enthusiasm for this sport. It never crossed my mind that I would never want to try skiing.
Last year during the winter holidays, my wife decided to let the kids try out skiing. She signed them up for lessons. She encouraged me to take lessons as well, but I hesitated to drop $200 for an hour of skiing lessons. The kids loved it. They wanted to sign up for another lesson the next day. They now can ski very well.
Yesterday, we took the kids to go skiing again and my wife just signed me up for a beginner group lesson without telling me. The group consisted of me and another Asian guy. The instructor taught us how to stand, how to wedge, and how to stop. I didn’t do too well. Before the lesson ended, he asked if we wanted to try out the beginner slope. The other student refused. He felt he was not ready. I was like, “Sure, why not?” He asked me if I wanted to get on the lift or the magic carpet, I chose the latter. When we got off the carpet, he gave me a few rules of the trail and told me to ski slowly. I did not even ski. My skis skied by themselves. All I heard was, “Make the pizza. Make the pizza.” Thank goodness, I didn’t crash into anyone. As we ended our lesson, he told me to practice some more before going back to the slope. He also recommended another lesson next time. I thanked him for his time.
I continued to practice and practice. As the night fell, the slope got less crowded. I went back on the magic carpet and implemented my wedges and stops. After that I took the lift for a longer slope. Then I took another beginner slope with the kids and my sister-in-law’s husband. Then Đạo asked me to join them on a steeper slope. My sister-in-law’s husband told me that one was twice as long and twice as fast. I was like, “Sure, why not?” Holy smoke, I plowed straight down the steep slope, landed head first, rolled down, got up, put my skis back on, and plowed down again. I repeated that process until I got over the steep area. The kids were so happy to see me make it down. Đạo said he was scared, worried, and about to call the ski patrol if I didn’t come down in another two minutes. The instructor did not tell me about side slipping.
It was quite a learning experience. I definitely need more practice before getting back to the steep slope. Skiing is not so bad overall. I can live without it, but I guess I’ll do it again for the kids’ sake.