Today, I discovered that I have no real need for speed . . . but I can eventually calm down and enjoy it. For the first time ever, I went downhill skiing. Now, some might find this funny. I did grow up in Seattle, land of mountains, yet I did my first skiing in the land of the lakes.
The thing is this: I've finally got someone who helps me do all this cool outdoor stuff. Matt really loves skiing, so we decided that we'd try and go for a Valentine's Day thing instead of buying each other presents. We both work next weekend, so we did all our cool things this weekend. Also helpful was that we each received a gift card to pay for the lift pass, so it was a thrifty $24 for our two and a half hour outing.
I stuck to the bunny hill and ended up going down 6 times. Matt's a great skiier, so I gave him some time to hit some of the larger hills by himself. He came with me on the beginner slope to give me a few pointers.
Other than a few bruises and sore ankles (those boots are quite awkward), I'm no worse for the wear. I even managed to make it down two times without falling at all, and they never had to stop the chairlift for me. I don't think I'm going to become the next [insert the name of some professional skiier here, because the only person I can think of his Shaun White, and he snowboards], but it was a positive and completely new experience for me.