New to Skiing - the nightmare
After years of avoiding the lure of skiing (including a 5 year stay in Canada), I went ahead and booked tickets to Davos this past weekend. I went with my husband, who has skiied before. He insisted that I didn't need lessons and, well, who am I to know? (I'll tell you, NOT a skiier).
I am not a fan of snow. Or cold. I always abhorred the concept of clunky equipment and being strapped or secure into something that impedes a quick getaway. Like skis.
But, I wanted to try ski ing (and still do) because it looks thrilling and I like adrenaline.
So we went and my husband showed me how to move about in my skis some, and then we set off to the lift (a pulley pommel thing). I didn't understand the lift mechanism, where to put my behind, hands, feet (I mean skis) and I panicked. Became a blubbering mess. The lift operator was purring something soothing and so was my husband so I went ahead and got on the thing.
So scared of falling off, or getting up there and not being able to come down.
So I get on this...thing with my husband and, I don't know what happened, but I FELL OFF, at the correct destination, but I FELL. Awful. I was at that point scared AND really embarassed.
So I pick myself up, sort of and my husband says something about going "over there", and points to some indistinct spot on the slope to our right. I am terrified of the midget ski whizzes zooming by and I don't understand the directive so I refuse to budge. I don't know how to turn on skis at this point. I only know how to sidestep and "pizza" and "french fry".
So my husband wearily suggests I turn around ( I am facing the slope laterally) 180. Still not sure why. But I do, like the spectacular beginner that I am, and I fall on my ass again.
I don't know how to fall in skis nor do I know how to GET UP in them. So, after wiggling about and whimpering some, I manage to take the damn things off and *walk* a heartbreaking walk of shame down the slope.
Of course, my husband and I are both very upset by this point. And I am hating the skis so much and they must have known, because after taking them off and leaning them against the wall, they slid and whacked my on the side of the head.
Do you guys think there is hope for me? I am 27.
Do I need a lesson?
Can all that harm (the fear, the falling, the failure) associated with my first time be undone? (don't smirk)
What did I do wrong? Technically?
Any advice is really appreciated. I am not ready to give up but I am thinking about sneaking away to Flumserberg on a weekday to learn on my own. And with a paid instructor. Unbeknownst to some.