Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Falling in Love



It was Valentine's Day this week, so you know it's been on your mind. I mean it's hard to miss, what with all the Hallmark cards, flower deliveries, chocolate hearts and hand holdin, smoochin, huggin advertisements (please, don't gag on the memory).

I've got to admit, I'm not the holiday's biggest fan, but this year, I've fallen.

Yes, I am in love.
HOW did this happen?   You ask.
 Let me tell you.

 One                         

       I broke the old slalom skis I was using at the beginning of the season, which forced me to set-up my new skis that have been sitting in my basement since I bought them this fall.

Two      

          We got snow.

Three     

           I went skiing on said new skis in said new snow.

This is when I realized: Me and the Mountain 
= 
Match.     Made.     In.     Heaven.

Now, this was NOT love at first sight. I'm a terrible skier, and while I've always enjoyed it, I've never loved it (Shh...don't tell anyone). I mean, the whole, falling on my face, scrambling up slope for lost skis, and losing sight of all my friends hindered our relationship for many months. BUT, once I got on these new skis, the game changed dramatically. Suddenly, I can ride over that choppy crap, I can hold an edge, I can make a graceful turn (down a groomed blue run anyway)...it's like...I'm almost a local!

Don't worry. I will still get confused for a gaper many a time. I am certain.

But, the butterflies in my stomach, the late nights dreaming of our next meeting, rosy cheeks and girly giggles... 
...I have got it bad.
This year for Valentine's Day, the Mountain gave me powder. 

It's true

Screw the Odds, I'm going skiing.
 

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