Look at me, I am so cool writing a “guest post.” Really, Lily doesn’t know what she agreed to! ha ha. Lily and I go way back as we grew up close to each other in the Chicago area. And, it just so happened that we ended up at the same college for a while until she decided to be too “cool” for the USA and hop over the pond to London…ok, I guess thats kind of cool. Now she thinks she’s super cool and landed in…Canada? Yikes. JK LILY. Ok, so I decided to write about Abby & Lily’s skiing adventures, mostly because its hilarious for me and probably really embarrassing for Lily…but I know you guys will get a kick out of it.
I somehow convinced Lily to sign up for a skiing class with me in undergrad. I mean in my mind, skiing+college credit=what could go wrong? You basically get to ski for free for a semester and get classes which is a great deal! Lily hadn’t ever been skiing before the class so I decided, being the wonderful person that I am, to take her up before classes started and show her the ropes. Now while a good portion of our day consisted of taking sweet pics to post on facebook:
The rest consisted of Lily like this:
And a lot of swearing. Actually, I’m surprised she is still talking to me today, you all know how she is with grudges. Then it came to the semester long class. We had these weird sort of “try out” things where they watched us ski and then put us in classes based on ability. Somehow I got put with the crazies who like to jump off cliffs and ski in “unchartered territory”…wtf? My teacher literally called me “the Chicago princess” just cause I valued my LIFE. ugh. So while I was stuck with those bozos Lily got a PRIVATE class and got to hear all the ski instructor gossip. Really, it was like Real Ski Instructors of Beaver Mountain or something…she’d tell me all the dirt on our rides home. I was jealous. By the end of the class I think Lily could make it down the hill in one piece with a little bit less swearing…right? Don’t know if she’ll ever ski again but it was definitely some great memories. Maybe I”ll have to make my way out to Canada for some skiing…Lily??
I’ve never participated in a guest post before. That is, until today. My friend Abby started blogging and she asked me if I wanted to guest post on her blog. I mainly agreed for the attention that I would get and for the new experience. And because I love Abby. She’s one of the few people who actually thinks I’m funny. So she obviously has good taste. And I can proudly say that she’s the only person that has seen me do the splits in skis, tumbling down the slopes.
If you want to read my post about our favorite city, Chicago, definitely do! And if you don’t want to read it, I understand. Reading is such hard work.
I’ve also never had someone guest post on my blog. The reason for that is mostly because my blog is sacred. But be on the lookout for a guest post from Abby in the future. It’s most likely going to be about our adventures skiing in Utah. Or about her just being genuinely better at everything and me failing at most things.
I went to school in Utah for about a year and a half. While I was there I took skiing as one of my classes. I wish someone had warned me about how scary standing on two planks on a hill of snow can be, but no one did.
Surprisingly, Illinois has very poor skiing so I didn’t have any prior experience. My friend who liked skiing decided to take the class with me since it was “all levels”. They didn’t have a level for how awful I was. But it turned out to be okay because I got one-on-one practice with a coach who was really nice.
By the end of the semester I was decent at the sport. By no means was I (or am I) ready for black diamonds. I do actually have fun when I go skiing though. I’ve always wanted to go on a ski vacation, rent a big lodge-type ski chateau, drink hot chocolate, and relax in a hot tub after a long day of skiing.
Ever since I learned how to ski, I loved being able to hate snowboarders. If you don’t know how to ski or snowboard you really can’t say anything. Just having permission to hate a group of people is good enough for me. Skiing is worth it for this reason alone.
Every time I go skiing, I say a little prayer because I am terrified of breaking something. I have heard so many horror stories of people breaking bones when they ski. Luckily nothing has ever happened to me. Although I did do a full flip the first time I tried skiing on fresh powder. I got really pissed at my coach for that. I was the one that did the flip, but clearly it was her fault. Bitch.
Things that terrify me about skiing:
1. Moguls. How do people do them? Who’s thought process was, “Hey, lets pack snow into little mounds and then ski on top of them!” Ugh hate that person.
2. Free Skiing. Just skiing down a mountain where paths haven’t been made, risking your life. Sonny Bono style.
3. Cross Country skiing. I heard it’s like running a marathon. This would be an instance when I would find a way to injure myself.
4. Really long skinny skis. Whenever I get fitted for skis, I demand shorter, squared off ones so I have less risk of dying. My life is a joke.
5. Crashing into another skier. Some people come barreling down the mountain at top speed. These people scare me so much. I usually just mind my own business off to the side, but every so often, people have to come inches away from me. Sorry, but this isn’t competitive downhill skiing–this is a trail called Pinecone, get out of my way.