Lake Tahoe

We just got back form an exciting weekend in Lake Tahoe. We headed up Friday with Brent and Linsy to stay at Brent's place in Incline Village. I have wanted to go skiing for a while, but we haven't gotten around to it.
We went to North Star on Saturday to ski. I've only been "skiing" once in my life, and I do not know if you can even consider that skiing. I was super nervous! Fortunately Brent is a great teacher (and super patient), so he coached me through my first run. At the top of the mountain he was telling me how to correctly hold my body. I was scared and my heart was pounding very hard, but I thought to myself "You can do it!" and I started off. Well, need less to say, seconds later I was not thinking as positively. I couldn't figure out how to stop... I decided the only option was to do a face plant to force my body from going down the hill at an amazing speed. Brent helped me up and gave me a few pointers. I started to do much better. I only fell one more time on that run.
When we were at the bottom Brent gave me a great compliment, saying I did super. I was really proud. He then headed down the last SMALL slope towards the ski lifts, and I started to follow. Surprise, surprise...I fell again! This time no one was there to help me up. Some kind skier took pitty on me and stood in front of me, protecting me from the oncoming skiers as I got up.
After I composed myself, I headed back to the ski lift to try it again. Good news, I did much better! Brent, Linsy, and Chad told me that we were going to do a different run. As we were heading up the ski lift (a much longer one this time), my heart started racing again. They told me that this one was longer, but they ensured me that I would do much better this time because the steeper slope would help me (hmmm...now that I think back on it, I bet they were all laughing in their heads).
Long story short, they all lied! Although I only fell twice, there was a slew of swear words floating about my head as I was holding back tears and pretending that I wasn't SCARED to death. After that run, I decided to take a break for a while.
In the end, they day turned out to be fun, but I think I'll wait until next winter to try to ski again. The memory is too close right now.
By the way, my boots were too small, so my two big toes are now black and blue.