Who Skis?

[mensa-maniac]

Who Skis?

For a few years I had the same reoccurring dream that I was an avid skier, I skied the Swiss Alps and led a team of skiers to safety.

Back a few years ago I had the opportunity to go skiing with a friend (my first time) I let people know it was my first time, so they didn't expect what they all witnessed, my success on skis.

I knew all eyes were on me, so I knew that I had to perform or make a fool of myself. I decided to give it my best and proceeded across the hill instead of straight down it, to a huge man-made ditch made for the skiers. I must have shocked my audience as I skied right down the side of that ditch and up the other wall and then down and up again and out, and now feeling great I headed my journey downhill, succeeding in my first skiing experience. The only problem I had was stopping properly, but I made it down that hill with an exhilarating thrill of a lifetime.

It was like my dream came true, or that I just expected myself to do good and I did! I became that avid skier in my dream.

[Carl G]

I love the whoosh of skis on the snow, slick with turtle wax, sliding down a mountain, and the exhilarating lungs-full of atmosphere sucked in while making snap decisions about body pitch and lay of the land, and the feeling of freedom looking out over the frozen landscape as I descend at speed, and the rush of air that tells me, this is dangerous, but oh so good. Wait, no I don't.

[IJesusChrist]

I snowboard and have a similar story.

I was boarding down a hill, and I had a problem with confidently turning my board so I could reach any speed over 15 mph, until I dreamed one night. And I dreamed how to fix it. The next day I was basically a carving pro.

[mensa-maniac]

Yes, sleeping sorts out the days data input and figures things out while one sleeps! Amazingly, the next day you find you're able to fix or solve a problem.

[mensa-maniac]

I love the whoosh of skis on the snow, slick with turtle wax, sliding down a mountain, and the exhilarating lungs-full of atmosphere sucked in while making snap decisions about body pitch and lay of the land, and the feeling of freedom looking out over the frozen landscape as I descend at speed, and the rush of air that tells me, this is dangerous, but oh so good. Wait, no I don't.

Mensa says: I like your expression, it serves your skiing experience well. I can relate well with the awesome feeling of freedom, the joy, the moments of decision, the exhilarating experience in itself, and the daring and knowing you can do it!

[IJesusChrist]

lol I'm glad you read the last lines Mensa.