"I grew up skiing. As in, we lived in the mountains and skied every weekend of winter, kind of thing. At one point, early in our relationship, my husband looked at me, semi-astonished: "I think you're better on skis than feet." So it was reaaaally important to me that, first, my then fiancé (now husband) and I could share this amazing sport together,"
"My husband is athletic and approached skiing with the confidence of someone who is good at every sport he tries. Until he skied. As we crested the ridge of the first hill, it all happened in a millisecond. Unable to put my weak "pizza pie!" lessons into action, he immediately spun wildly out of control, barreling straight down the mountain, one ski and one pole in the air, screaming "stop, stop, stop!""
I grew up skiing, living in the mountains and skiing every winter weekend. Sharing skiing with my husband and later my children was a priority. Early attempts to teach my husband on small Midwest bunny hills failed because instincts from a lifetime of skiing were hard to explain and his athletic confidence didn't translate. A chaotic first run left him frustrated and ready to quit. Many subsequent winters required lessons, patience, and cold days. Teaching beginners proved more frustrating and costly than expected, but persistence and time produced the ski family I wanted.
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