Reading Week

Reading week has come and gone *sniff*. Although I did spend most of it in Montreal doing a group project. Spent the first day skiing at Tremblant's moguls --- well, to ME they were moguls! The first two runs were on greens where I tried to get back into the hang of skiing (it's been over three years since I last strapped on skiis). Then it was blues. Man --- they were like blacks at Blue Mountain! I damn well nearly killed myself 12 times (that's how many times I fell during my 4 runs at blues). There was one hill I can't seem to go down without killing myself. I also accidentally went on a black because I didn't see the sign...that was alright though, it was near the bottom so it wasn't like I had to ski 10 minutes down a black (thank goodness).

Then --- it was the last run. I was thinking I'll just go on the green and take it easy (or not ski the last run at all because I was tired and my arms and butt were hurting), but noooo, I wanted to get my money's worth so down the blue I went racing. Really, I went super fast down the slope because my thought was, the faster I get down, the faster I can go home and take a nice long hot shower...I was doing pretty well until I crashed into someone (ouch). In fact, it wasn't just any crash, I hit him (thank goodness it wasn't a kid) while he was in mid-air doing a jump (which I didn't see because I was anticipating him to go left in which case I was going to pass him on his right). So of course, he jumped straight and then BAM - down we both went. My head smashed into his leg (or something hard cause my head has a bump), my hat, goggles, skis and poles flew off as I tumbled in the slow, it must have been a hard fall since the previous falls I was able to keep my hat and goggles and poles. Don't remember much but when I finally stopped rolling, there was a second guy with his snowboard asking me if I was alright and how many fingers he was holding up. I guess they really do ask these questions! I told them I was fine...then the guy whom I crashed into asked me if I was going for a jump as well...as if. I apologized for ruining his jump all was alright. Andrew showed up eventually to see me sprawled on the snow. He didn't see my crash, which was good? LOL.

I skied down to the bottom with one more fall (at the same usual spot dammit!). I limped back to the ski rental place to change. My thumb was bruised and swollen, and I thought about putting ice on it, but it was so cold outside I don't think it would have made a difference! We finally made it back to Mike's place (Andrew's friend) and I took a nice hot shower. My poor body...I think I will stick to the Blues (maybe even some of the blacks) at Blue Mountain from now on....