NO Super G for Me

Watching the Super G skiing at the Olympics makes my stomach hurt. I grew up in Connecticut to southern parents who did not ski. So I did not do down hill skiing until I went to boarding school. We did cross country ski at our house since we had many acres of woods with trails at our house. But down hill skiing was a different animal.

The first time I went downhill was with Mrs. Elmore, my math teacher. I think it was even night skiing at a local mountain. I went to go to ski school and was told to ski down this tiny incline so they could decide which class to out me in. I had watched a lot of wide world of sports skiing and just did what I had watched. Big mistake. I emulated a skier, which I was not.

I was put in a level that was above my paid grade. I had never used a lift and immediately had to use a tow rope lift. I think I fell down multiple times just trying to get up the small hill.

Going down the hill was no better. I remember no being able to figure out how to stand up when I fell down. What a mess.

I eventually did learn to ski. I got skis for Christmas that year. But I never loved it. My fear of heights, which I discovered the first time I looked down a black diamond trail, never went away.

Watching the super G tonight on the Olympics makes my stomach hurt. I am so glad I never have to downhill ski again. I am a much better ice skater.