My son has been showing my husband and I pre skiing exercises. Think Emu with an ass the size of Wales, knees bent in ski goggles. That’s my husband. I look great in position.
It’s very true that you need to be fit to ski. You also need to be super fit to shop for all the gear you need and lug it to the airport. Skiing is not a minimal holiday. Hats, scarves, thermals, liners (?), sun block, sun cream, painkillers and flares for an emergency (mountain not fashion) are all essentials. That’s after you’ve got the actual essentials like skis, boots, jackets and trousers. Multiply all that times 6 and I’m wondering why I thought this would be easier than doing Christmas. And you don’t have to wash a Christmas tree after you’ve used it, unlike ski gear.
The last time I stood on a pair of skis was a decade a go on a dry slope after I’d told the ski giver-outer, who looked like Justin Timberlake, that I weighed 8 stone. He had surprised me with the question, I had no idea why he wanted to know such personal information, and I decided he must fancy me. So I told him what I thought he wanted to hear. My answer was at least 8 stone out (up or down, you guess) and he was too polite to contradict me. When I later fell out of my skiis just standing still I discovered that he needed to know my real weight not because he was in lust, but because fitting skis is all about tension.
Tension. I know all about that, with bobbles on.
