I may be terrible at normal sports, but I excel at skiing. The fact that neither my body nor an instrument needs to make contact with any sort of ball means I actually have a fighting chance at doing well. This year I skied better than ever before. I dominated the moguls and had both speed and control as I zipped down the mountain. Yes, I’m bragging. But it’s only because it felt so good to recognize that my body was doing exactly what I wanted it to do. So yes, this week’s “3 on Thursday” is all about skiing, but instead of boring you any longer with my prowess on a pair of Rossignols, I’m going to focus on a few moments that made this year’s family trip special:
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| I hate to laugh at anyone’s misfortune, but watching my father struggle to get up after falling was hilarious. If I had only managed to reach my camera about two seconds earlier, I could have snapped a pic with his legs in the air, pointing in completely opposite directions. Thankfully, this wasn’t a bad spill – it was what my family calls “a timber.” Basically, my Daddy was practically standing still when…timberrrrrrrrr. |
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| While Daddy’s fall was funny, Allison’s was not. Allison fell during what was basically the first run of the trip and broke her wrist (her left wrist, no less (she’s a lefty)). I hated that it meant Allison couldn’t join us on the mountain for the rest of the trip, but she was definitely a trooper. After falling, she hopped back up on her snowboard and boarded herself down to first aid – all without crying. |
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| One of my favorite parts of the sport of skiing is the hot toddies. This was a s’mores drink made with marshmallow vodka, hot chocolate, and a graham cracker rim. YUM. |
Peaches to Apples 