What does one do when the weather threatens to turn fine?
In fact, a few weekends ago, GodzillaPin had the idea of going skiing, but seeing how it takes 2 hours to drive to the Vosges from Metz, and it was already about 11am when he thought of it, the idea was shelved. This weekend however, they were awake at 7am, ready to roll.
They stopped to hire skis here because the sign said in French “the last ski hire before the station”. This is A LIE. A blatant, blatant lie that made them feel quite bitter because they struggled for a good long time to fit the skis into GodzillaPin’s car. Well evidently, you could hire ski gear at the station itself. Of course, seeing how the Ninja Turtle has never gone skiing in her life, she didn’t know this. GodzillaPin conveniently forgot this option even existed. Oh well.
The Ninja Turtle was frankly quite hesitant about skiing – hurtling down a slippery slope of ice at great speed is not exactly her idea of fun, especially not since her accident back in November from falling 2.5m onto concrete from a mate’s loft in Adelaide (which resulted in a nasty combination of hospital+morphine) still gives her frequent recurring nightmares. Nonetheless, there’s a first time for everything, and she had to at least give it a try before dismissing skiing completely, right?
Nonetheless, GodzillaPin’s patient guidance and explanations slowly gave her courage a little boost, so it was up the slopes they went.
A few practice tries down the little slope later, it was time for the big one. (OK fine, it was the next slope up from the baby slope, but it was big enough for the Ninja Turtle.)
True story, the Ninja Turtle fell standing on flat ground, but not once while she was skiing. Ain’t that weird?
One roll down the big slope was one attempt too many. For a moment, she found herself picking up more speed than she cared for, and her brain froze in panic mode. Mental images of crashing into someone or something, or hitting a bump of ice that’d send her airborne filled her mind. So she did the only thing she could think of right then, which was to change directions, and proceeded to wind her way down to the bottom.
It may have looked like a stunning performance, but she was shaking so badly by the end of it, and was ready to call it a day. Besides, the ski shoes were killing her feet and shins, which is really not ideal, given how she’s still trying to get back into top form after last week’s marathon. So, she sat herself down and took a break, while GodzillaPin refreshed himself quickly before running off to attempt the monster slopes.
It was a fun afternoon, and certainly a change from all the weekend racing. GodzillaPin got to do a bit of what he enjoyed, and the Ninja Turtle tried something new for the first time in her life. That said, there was no sweeter moment than when she finally took off those heavy cumbersome skis, and felt light on her feet once more!