Over the festive break I tried (or re-tried is more accurate) the winter sports of skiing and ice-skating. No pictures this post (sorry) as my frequent falls made carrying a camera a risky proposal.
Skiing is something I've always wanted to learn how to do. I love sledging but skiing always looked like the same idea with more control and far greater style. Plus an adult on a sledge with no kids just seems a bit sad (though that's unlikely to stop me!). I've tried to ski on two occasions previous to this one - a half day at school spent on a military base dry ski slope with next to no instruction (this is a snow plow, we'll leave you to it), spent mostly on the ground. The other occasion was a recent office outing to Sno-Zone in Braehead Xscape, the indoor ski slope with artificial snow. The hour and a half group session was much better than my previous outing but I still made little progress, still finding the snowplow a tricky technique (which amused my skiing friends).
So when a proposal was made to head up to Glenshee for a day, I was a little unsure about ditching my plans to hit the sales. I did go, and thank goodness I did! After about an hour of tuition I was snowplowing competently and was on the button lift up the Claybokie slope. I whiled away the rest of the day with mostly overenthusiastic skiing - go fast, skid, lose ski, get ski back on, repeat - and enjoyed myself thoroughly. I perhaps should have focussed more on slow, controlled turns but the temptation to get some speed up was just too much for me! The day was tiring on the legs, but most excellent fun. I recommend that everyone gives it enough of a try to get going properly and not just give up after a few hapless attempts to get going on the kiddies slope.
Similar to my skiing experience, I had only been on ice skates twice before my recent foray on blades. Once as a timid primary school pupil being forced out on the ice as part of family entertainment, once as a moody teen accompanying a far superior skater of a friend. Both outing were too nervous to be a useful base, with any time spent off the wall either spent on the ice or with my skated wedged for stability. Invited along to the Murrayfield Ice Rink as part of a birthday celebration, I was keen to redeem myself. My confidence bolstered by the skiing, I hit the rink full of energy and enthusiasm (due in part, it must be said, to the three cups of coffee consumed waiting for a tardy friend). Though I failed to pick it up in minutes, I spent no time on the wall and, after a number of almost-falls, found my balance and started working on increasing forward motion. It's a great feeling to glide across the ice, but then the falls incurred by the learning process are somewhat less forgiving than falls when learning to ski. I still have bruises from my most spectacular falls that day. Still work to do on this one but my feelings are similar to those towards skiing - give it a try, get over the nerves. It'll be worth it.
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