I took my baby boy skiing last weekend.
When I say I took him skiing, I mean I drove him and two of his friends to go skiing while I sat in the lodge and tried to read a book while they skied. For the record, people walking in ski boots are really fucking noisy….it makes it hard to concentrate.
14 year old boys are extremely entertaining. I got to hear a deep discussion regarding the pros and cons of crack head zombies versus zombies with ADD. The consensus (and I concur) is the crack head zombies would me WAY worse as it would be easy to distract the ADD zombies.
I haven’t skied in 18 years and I have to say, I didn’t realize how much I missed it until I was around it.
No way was I going to ski, though.
I don’t have the upper body strength anymore.
I could break a hip.
And this is bullshit.
There is no reason that I should resign myself to living out my life without ever skiing again. FUCK. THAT.
I haven’t been working out. It’s been two months. I’ve gained ALL of my weight back. And I did this just in time to hit the half century mark. GO ME!
This has to change.
I want to ski.
I told my son I would take him back next month and that I would ski with him. I have some work to do over the next 4 weeks. I know I’m not going to undo the damage that I’ve done, but I can be WELL on my way.
I have all kinds of good intentions…and a plethora of handy excuses..but the truth is, the days are slipping away. So…I need a reason. A goal.
I want to ski with my baby boy. I want another car trip with him and his friends.
Because everyone should get to hear nothing but fart noises for 15 straight minutes.
And if this ends with me in a cast, I’m gonna need all your signatures.
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I’m more afraid of losing control, plowing into one of the ski wees (or whatever they call the little kids at Perfect North) and crushing them.
And, you’re right, there are plenty of people your age that ski. I’m sure you could be one of them. But, if you do chicken out – tubing is a blast and just a couple hills over.
okay..let’s sdo that…you bring your spawn and I’ll bring mine..
Do it!!!! I love that you’re taking life by the balls.
I’ve skied once in my life. It ended with me going straight down a hill (ok it was the bunny hill, but whatever) and I ran into an old man. Ok, I was about 15 so old then was probably 35, which now makes me ancient to all 15 y/o’s.
I haven’t been on skiis since, but you’re totally inspiring!!
Thank you!! And yes, I will ski again…
You can do it!!
Thank you, baby doll!
You’ll never catch me on a pair of skis… One of my cousins tore up his knee when he fell, planted a ski & the bindings failed to release! Besides I’m so cold-intolerant these days – I’ll just meet you in the lodge for some hot cocoa & schnapps, m’kay?