Post Pregnancy Body

I consider myself to be a relatively "fit" woman, but after having a baby things just are not the same. This past weekend my husband and I went skiing at Big Powderhorn (BPH). Let me preface this by saying I have only skied safe four times in my life; once was at Crystal Ridge in Franklin which really shouldn't be considered skiing at all compared to this past weekend; Once at Alpine Valley when I was young and probably much less mentally absorbed in the sport which made me a lot better; and twice at BPH for the annual ski trip. The first year we went on this trip my husband thought it was a novel idea to take me down a "more difficult" blue hill for the first run. Things didn't start well as I fell upon getting off the ski lift. Then I looked at the hill and thought "Holy Shit. How am I getting down this thing." I kept a cool head in front of everyone and told myself if I can ski downhill on Wii Fit, I can make it down this hill. I was doing fine until someone was in front of me and I freaked out, started throwing my arms around and bit it hard core. So, this year I finally made the wise decision to take lessons. My brother-in-law Andy and I scored a private lesson from Brad the ski instructor. Two hours later my confidence had risen and I was ready to meet back with Brion.

On a side note I must mention that I absolutely hate more than anything to fail at something. I hate it even more to do so in front of any witnesses. I prefer to become a seasoned pro and then pretend it didn't take forever to get that way. Failing in front of others simply kills my ego and discourages me from trying.

So, I met up with the rest of the group and the first hill we decide to go down leaves me screaming about halfway down the hill. I survived...but barely. We went back up the mountain and started our way down Dynamite. I was doing fine until everyone decided to stop in the middle and wait for those of us who were taking our time getting down the mountain. My anxiety started here. Then we started the second half of the hill and I catch some ice, anxiety rises.....I get cut off three times, anxiety rises....I start going REALLY FAST, fear settles in. I figure the only way out is to fall. I have not mastered this skill and took the fall hard. My mini-yard sale of ski poles were picked up by others but my ego was left on the hill. I called it a day. Here I sit today with a stiff neck, tight calf muscles, and a raging case of embarrassment. Maybe I need to go back to Wii fit to fine tune my skills so I can hone my skills for next year. Either way, at least I didn't look like this on our way home from the hill (Brion is going to love me for posting this pic!)

Brion forgot his sunglasses and couldn't see the road, so he decided this was his best option. NO this is not a joke....but it made my day!!