Jimney Peak Euphoria

I never thought that I would enjoy skiing. I went with my friend Pete a few years ago in NH and suffered many ridiculously miserable falls (he called them yard sales) and a complete wet underpants which almost paralyzed me for three days. When we bought the house in Hancock, which has an panoramic view of the Jimney Peak that is less than 10 minutes away, skiing never even entered my mind. Then Christmas came and my nephews and nieces visited, the natural entertainment was skiing and that was how I got started, a month ago.
It turns out that I may be born to Ski, and the main reason is that I have little fear. Well, that may not be completely true. I do get freaked out when I am at a speed that I am not accustomed to and in a white slope that has nothing to do with highway. But what I learned was that at least for skiing, fear debilitates me. Whenever I think I am going to fall, I fall. I watched those little kids line up like ducklings and whoop down the hill like pros and decided that they were the gold standard for me. So on the second time, I got on the green with Curtis and my niece Yi, who is at least as fearless as me, and eventually got down the blue, with many ridiculous falls, but nevertheless, in one piece. On the worst fall, I hit the ground on my head, but thankfully the pain only lasted a week. On the third time, I landed on my should and had a deep bruise, but again thankfully, no damage on my legs and that means I can go skiing still more. The pain all seemed worthwhile when I was able to come down the Left bank without a single fall. Can't really describe how euphoric I was. People say it's adrenaline. I think for me, it's Serotonin.
The past weekend, we had a group of friends visiting and so I went skiing with them for the fourth time. While our ski pro friends disappeared into the black diamond lane, Curtis and I explored all the greens. For the first time, I no longer felt that I was in a survival mode and had to solely focus on my techniques. I actually was able to appreciate the view of the huge wind mill and the valley under. When I came down The Grand Slam and instantly wanted to get on the lift again, I knew that I have become a skier.
Now all of a sudden, our calendar is filled with ski plans. Pete may come on a weekday to ski with us. Cindy is coming in 2 weeks to ski with us. Oh, Curtis just walked in and asked me if we should go skiing after work and tried out the twilight deal. Of course we should absolutely try out the twilight deal.
See you on the slope!