Inexperience + Pride= Shame

August 14, 2010 at 6:14 am Leave a comment

The Ski Trip at Mount Ruapehu was filled with funny stories of embarrassing crashes, battle scars and wet clothing. My own particular Tale Of Humiliation was quite a funny one that cracked a smile on even the most humourless of people.

Being the inexperienced skier that I am, I stupidly wound up in the “Next Step” group for my ski lesson. There were three groups: Beginners (self-explanatory), Next Step (for those who have skied before and are ready to take things further) and Explorers (experienced skiers and snowboarders). Because I’ve skied before- once before, five years ago- I was put into the Next Step group. Right away I knew I was out of my league, firstly I couldn’t remember how to even get my skis on, and then once I had that sorted I lost control of my skis (because I couldn’t remember how to stop) on flat snow and took out some poor innocent snowboarder in the line for the chair lifts. I apologised profusely, and, bless his heart, he offered me a hand up and once I was upright I quickly proceeded to slide forward and fall over again. I sat there feeling disheartened and in despair because I knew I should be back in the beginners class, but stupid me, I had too much pride to turn around and head back down to Happy Valley. After another bout of profuse apologies, the nice snowboarder offered me a hand a second time and I took it but at the same time grumbled “thanks, I’ll probably just fall over again though…”

I managed to get to the chair lifts somehow and head on up the mountain to our group lesson. The further the chair lift went, the more I regretted not heading back down to Happy Valley because I realised just how far away I was at that point. The chair lift ride took quite a while, four or five minutes probably and it began to dawn on me that I’d managed to successfully get ON the chair lift, now the next problem was getting OFF it. The fear in my chest rose and I started to formulate a game plan as the little foot-high slope that you slide off the chair lift and down came into view. I managed to get off it without hurting anyone and slid over to the rest of the group and after that I felt my confidence start to come back. It was a short lived feeling though.

The ski instructor came over to us and introduced himself, he asked us to all introduce ourselves as well and then said we were going to ski to the top of quite a small slope that was just behind us so he could get us to show him how good we were. That’s when the next problem presented itself- I couldn’t move. It was quite funny going from being unable to stop on a flat slope to being unable to get moving. The rest of the group trudged onwards whilst I was left there flailing around unsuccessfully until the instructor grabbed my arm and dragged me over to the rope tow. I was pulled up to the top of the slope along with the rest of the group and the instructor followed. He said he wanted us to zig-zag down the slope, and he went first to demonstrate. The familiar feeling of horror returned because I had no idea how to do that and it only got worse as I watched my group do it with ease, one by one. I waited until the end because I wanted to put off my turn for as long as possible, but then my turn came and I knew I was going to embarrass myself.

I set off, obviously with the best of intentions, and wound up HOONING down the mountain at high speed in a straight line and was horrified when I skied straight past the rest of the group and remembered I didn’t know how to stop. In an effort to “zig-zag” I fell over on my side and did a somersault for a few metres before coming to a grinding halt. I felt my face go red with embarrassment and I looked up back at the group to see them all staring at me, “not exactly the most graceful landing!” I said whole-heartedly in an effort to regain some of my dignity. No such luck. I can’t remember how but I ended up back with the group (they may have skied over to me), and then the ski instructor introduced me to another ski instructor whose name I couldn’t pronounce or remember, and insisted on how great she was and said he thought I’d be better off with her. I gratefully accepted a position in her ski class as I couldn’t bear anymore shame in front of my current group.

I went off with the new instructor and watched my old group ski off to the distance to take on Rocky Garden and I was instantly grateful that I didn’t continue on with them.
It was then that I realised that I was now in a beginner’s class with seven and eight year olds… Great. I felt even MORE embarrassed at the drills we were made to do, but it did feel good being the best in the group and I managed to pick everything up quite quickly. Through the embarrassment of being in a group with such a young general age, I actually learnt a lot and when it came time to catch up with my initial group, I was able to do most of what they could! So thank you, ski-instructor whose name I can’t remember or pronounce, despite the humiliation it was very worthwhile.

Needless to say, I still wiped out at every corner of Rocky Garden on the way down to Happy Valley, but I’m sure my wipe-outs would’ve been far worse without the lesson I participated in, no matter how shameful it was 🙂

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