The secret to skiing; in my opinion! (Pls note: second time ever skiing!)
Yes.. After having one of the best holidays with my fiancé and 2 other couples in Chatel, France last year, I was excited about this years’ holiday in Megeve, France. Only this time was with Royalty, which I thought was bound to be an adventure.
Fortunately, only 10 days prior to this trip, Rob and I experienced the Dubai ski slope and we had a great day; him on his snow board and me "avec le skis". After a successful day, almost mastering parallel turns, I decided to categorize my level at a beginner/intermediate; great practice before the real thing.
As you can imagine, the family that I work for, have had their chalet for years and this is a regular annual trip. So, being the "health professional" that I am, I proudly said "yes, I can ski!” as I felt confident after my practice run and I had not yet fallen neither on my first trip nor in Dubai.
We picked up our skis at the ski shop, and when asked, I confidently said "ah, yes I'm intermediate thank you" Needless to say, the French ski shop assistant looked me up and down in a French sort of way saying to himself” Weee shaul zeee!".
The set up was that each of the princesses and princes had their own instructor, I needless to say did not, but as the family was late in rising every day, I managed to get one of the instructors to take me out on my own.
The first day on the slopes I had a quick hour with Marie-Ellen; she instructed me on pole planting and leaning forward. Ok! So armed with my newly found skills, I continued on my own in the afternoon and managed two runs down a red, blue and green. It was more difficult than I had imagined as there had hardly been any snow in the prior few days. But it felt great and I really enjoyed the day.
There was a short snow fall on the second day, and as I was skiing on my own I kept to the same route as the first day. I felt good and picked up my confidence. The afternoon came and I joined the party of skiers including 5 advanced skiers and their instructors. Having had a good morning, I politely made it known to the instructors to kindly inform me should they be choosing a black, but that I would be ok on any other run.
The first run was excellent, a new blue and I managed to keep up with the party, considering I was a novice. One of the princesses congratulated me and said that I was doing so well and couldn’t believe it was my second ever time skiing. I thought “thank god I’m having a good day, seeing as I’m the health Coach.”
We stopped off for lunch, met up with the brother and his friends (all experienced skiers) and enjoyed good French food with beautiful views of Mont Blanc. It was about 4pm and we started to wrap up in preparation for the last run of the day.
I started off first as I was the slowest. Needless to say, as we were now joined by the boys and their instructors and it was the last run of the day, everyone shot past me and soon I was on my own, the last one of the pack and conscious that it was getting darker, quiet and icy.
I immediately felt very alone, and scared and completely lost my nerve, with what had seemed like a relatively easy green soon turned into an ice capped, bald patched death run. I finally experienced my first fall and really hurt my knee as I had fallen onto my ski. I winced and felt tears fill my eyes: “I’m stranded, no mobile, last one on the slopes and I’ve just broken my knee cap!”
Well I hadn’t really broken my knee cap and so fumbled around trying to put my ski back on trying to hold back the tears. Irrational thoughts of being stuck overnight kept entering my head. No! I stubbornly fought on and managed to get my ski back on, but it was too late I had lost my confidence and completely lost ability to communicate with my legs. In an attempt to regain my snow plough, I again fell on the ice only 50 metres from the previous fall. Oh god, I hate skiing!!! I did eventually make it back but feeling very sorry for myself retired early.
Its amazing how this experience affected my trip as the following day I had to completely miss out as my knee was so sore. And so when I returned to skiing, I felt so out of touch and like a beginner. It was a horrible feeling and I really thought I would never regain my confidence to get on the slopes again.
Needless to say, the following day after another lesson with Marie – Ellen I regained communication with my legs and had three great more days on the piste.
What I learnt from the whole experience, and believe the secret to skiing is that it’s all about “CONFIDENCE” and “BELIEVING IN YOURSELF”. Once I had doubted my ability and was uncertain of the environment around me, the previous green slope that I was used to became in my mind an unachievable death trap. By not believing in myself had an amazing affect on my mind and I lacked the ability to communicate with my legs. It made me feel like I was a different person. Yet once I started to affirm my capabilities and feel good about my skiing, I was able to ‘climb any mountain!”
If we could take this advice in everyday life, it would help us achieve and enjoy so much more in life. If you start to believe in yourself it’s amazing to think what mountains you could climb!
Go on! try taking small steps and soon you will be climbing Everest!