This may not seem like much to some, but it was a victory to me. I went skiing.
Last year, I decided that I needed to learn to ski because the rest of the family was skiing at that point and I didn't want to spend weekends sitting in a lodge. By nature, I am a very active person. Sure I love to curl up with a good book or a good show/movie now and then, but mostly, I want to be up doing something.
Lessons went great most of last year. I did this fantastic package where I got my rentals and three lessons. If I didn't "graduate" from the program in those three lessons, I would get lessons until I did. When you do graduate, you get a free intermediate lesson and discounts on food, gear, etc.
I managed to graduate in three lessons, despite my bum knee that kept me from skiing in the past, but when I took that intermediate lesson, I freaked out. I wanted nothing more than to have them take me down the hill. I am very cautious and coming off a back injury, all I could see was me hurting myself. They plopped me back in an easier class and that was the end of my ski season.
Fast forward to this year. We are having a good snow season, so when YY told me he had the kids registered for lessons on December 19th, I was a little nervous. See, I had these plans of spending a ton of time on the elliptical and with a body weight circuit to build up my muscles so I wouldn't feel so nervous. Only, life got in the way. I never got there. I am carrying a few extra pounds compared to last year. Combined with the nervousness from the end of the last season, I just didn't want to do it.
We planned this year for me to do a long term rental of my ski equipment through Play It Again Sports because the rental lines are HORRIBLE (and expensive). With the good snow, I was worried that they would run out of rental gear, so I went and got my gear any way. All along the way, I was telling YY that this didn't mean I was skiing on December 19th.
Getting the equipment (and new gloves and socks) got me more excited, but I wasn't committed yet. Then something switched in my head. I decided to do it. I was still nervous and started my day with a quick run on the magic carpet, just to see how my body was feeling and what I actually remembered from last year. Well half way up, the thing broke (we had to walk up the hill!), so I was forced to head over to the green run. I was comfortable there last year, so I figured I would do ok.
And I did. It took a couple of runs to get my legs back under me, but by the end of my night, I was feeling better and more confident. I got a total of about 10 runs over about 3 hours in. I got to ski with my husband and kids. I got to watch their little bodies go down that hill with confidence and skill. I LOVED it. This is why I wanted to learn to ski.
My goal is to get back over to that blue run by the end of the season. I want to be able to do that with my family.
After about 3 runs with the family, which pushes me to move faster because those kids are speedy, I was done for the day, so I popped over to the lodge for a celebratory drink. I sat by myself and even chatted with the woman next to me about our respective ski days.
I couldn't have done any of this 6 months ago.
Small victories.