I did this twice…both in 2017… and as I am about to tell my story and stuff chips in my face at the same time..I’ll give you some insider information. Each time was TOTALLY worth it!
Lets rewind back to the summer. Sometime in August a sweet girl (I met through the beautiful app that is Instagram), her sister and cousin came to visit Canada all the way from Scotland. They made our house a stop along their journey (I’m still forever grateful they did) and chose to spend a few nights with us! Little did I know..that on their agenda of being in the beautiful Canadian rockies was to go WHITE WATER RAFTING…and to make ME go with them! Umm…what now?! So being that I am a Virgo..and terribly type A personality..I was very uneasy about the safety of this situation..and for the life of me could not find solutions to worst case scenario…DEATH! I mean..how does one solve that worst case? You can’t! Thankfully my cousin was also in town and he had never been…so I roped him into coming along..and well Kyle..he is up for any adventure. I mean..of course he would be..he’s a Taurus after all.
So there we are early one morning, on the road for 3 or more hours..I can’t remember..anyways it was a long ways to go for an afternoon of rafting. So we pull up, sign away our life…literally, get geared up in the most disgusting water gear..I will never, ever, ever forget the smell. So strike one for my virgo self! Then they make you wear a used helmet…excuse me while I gag…strike two! Then we all load up into the van…drive some more along the mountain on some backroad that basically shouldn’t exist..strike three! Then they make you haul the dang boat down in the water..and then they take your picture before..you know the kind of photo where you do ridiculous poses with your paddle to counteract the pounding heart of nerves, or your conscious telling you not to do this…
Well after all the photo taking we get into these rafts..and they inform you that you CANNOT sit in the raft…ummm strike four! They make you sit on the edge of the dang thing…the EDGE! Now..I wouldn’t be normally so worried about this..if I was a much better coordinated human being..but I am not! And now throw in RAPIDS…you’ve got a recipe for disaster. The instructor then goes over the safety procedures, how to properly hold a paddle (which no one does when your safety is dangling in front of you with every rapid you face)…you know incase you lose a tooth because your friend freaks out and takes a paddle to your face! Then they make you jump out of the boat into the creek….uggghh!!! That water is freakin cold you guys! So once we did ALL that..the fun begins!
Yes…it’s FUN! Thrilling if I am going to actually pick an exact word! Incredibly thrilling! There was even a point where I nervously got out of the boat and hung on the the side and rode the rapids in the water..we all did really..and it was so fun! By the end I was ready to take on even bigger rapids, and I was wondering why in the world I was ever so dang afraid of this experience! I would do it again in a heart beat! The only down side is..that you STINK afterwards, and when you have to drive home for another 3 hours or so..the smell is almost too much to take! I don’t even like renting bowling shoes..so you can imagine how gross it was to wear head to toe of used gear (insert barf face)!
Now fast forward to Christmas holidays…picture a large family where members are gathered from near and far, all camped out in a ski cabin up on a ski hill .. cozy right! Okay..now you need to understand who I am married to. Kyle loves snowboarding, in fact when he was a young punk (do people even say punk anymore? I’m going to anyway), he lived on a ski hill teaching snowboarding and well..doing what people live on a ski hill do lol! So he married a prairie girl..who didn’t grow up in the mountains..only had a little pimple of a ‘ski hill’…no jokes and when you ski’d on said hill..you were down to the bottom in under 10 minutes! So put us two together on a mountain..one who’s talented on his board..and one who..let’s just say the chairlift pretty much almost broke our marriage up multiple times haha!
So the last time we ski’d together was maybe 8 years ago! Before Christmas arrived I got sick with a nasty head cold..mostly a disgusting post nasal drip and nasty cough that would prohibit me from sleeping at all! I was getting so frustrated up at the hill sitting in the cabin not being able to be skiing with my husband and family. So on the last day I said screw it. Today is the day I am going to ski! Please also keep in mind the last time I had ski’d was like….20 some years ago! I think the last time I had ski’s strapped to my tiny legs was when I was maybe 10 or 11…ya! A long time ago. So my dilemma was that I hated boarding..and I was tired of the chairlift knocking me down..or in the head..or better yet my husband having to physically LIFT me of the dang chair (not even exaggerating)! It’s okay if you laughed…I too am dying of laughter as I type this! Haha! Oh the memories! The other part to my dilemma is that I thought I would need a lesson..but I didn’t feel like dropping wads of cash on a lesson…so I went to youtube. Yes you read that right. I learnt to ski the night before from a youtube video, from a man with an impressive moustache that flapped beautifully in the wind (no jokes)!
The day arrived and I was walking into the village with my husband, and renting a pair of ski’s…and POLLS! I had never ski’d with polls..because kids just don’t use them for some reason. Anyways..the whole time as we walked to the chair lift my heart was freakin’ pounding! I nervously clipped into my ski’s and honestly I don’t know what happened…but my nerves were suddenly gone and I ski’d! We ski’d to the chairlift…got on..and got off successfully! And I had full control on my ski’s and polls! It was honestly like riding a bike! My body just KNEW what to do! And for the whole day I ski’d with my husband, and family, and didn’t lose control once! My sweet little cousin had me even on crazy trails through the trees, Kyle lied and said he was taking me on a blue run..turns out it was black (I wasn’t thrilled at the end haha), and I was able to rip it up no problem! Again..at the end of the day I was so mad that it took me so long to conquer that fear of trying something I hadn’t done in YEARS, and facing the fear of the chairlift that was so good at killing my pride one ride at a time!
2017 was so good for me in the sense that it forced me to look fear in the eye. It forced me to step outside of my comfort zone, try something new, and above all soak up all the lessons of each experience! For 2018 I want to continue to challenge my Virgo personality and allow myself to stretch and grow in new, unfamiliar experiences! Best of all..my hunny and I can enjoy skiing together as the chairlift is a thing of the past ha!