I'm 24 years old and have lived in Northern Michigan my entire life. Yet I've never gone skiing or snowboarding. When new friends found out I grew up in northern Michigan, one of the first questions they always asked was, “Are you a skier or a boarder?” I always classified myself in the third category: “indoor girl”. This status changed when I was offered ski lessons this past week. To say I was nervous was an understatement, but behind that nervous energy also came a lot of pent up excitement.
My ski lesson began with meeting my instructor, Jodi. She started with some basic skills to get me comfortable and acquainted with the snow and my skis. Jodi taught me how to get to the carpet lift and how to ease my way down my very first bunny hill. Some of these basic skills felt very silly at first, but I quickly realized how these basic skills were the fundamentals of skiing. My biggest discovery was learning how to turn. I was shocked that all I had to do was move my left or right toes to turn either left or right. I felt like Luke Skywalker who just mastered the Jedi-Mind trick. Soon after, Jodi thought I was ready for my first chairlift ride.
As we neared the top of the ski hill, Jodi explained how to get off the lift, but I still managed to fall on my tush-a-roo. Luckily there wasn't anybody behind me, so I laughed it off and got back up again. My confidence grew after taking a couple of runs down Emmy and JT's Trail. Now, after my lesson, I can finally de-classify myself as an “indoor girl” and safely say I'll make a better effort to be an “outdoor girl”.