If at first you don’t succeed, try try again. If you fall off a horse, you need to get right back on. Two clichÃ© terms, I like many parents (I assume) use often to encourage, to keep from giving up. Worthwhile sentiments I always thought. But then they came back to get me.
To make a short story long, back in January of 1986 was the last time I could be found on a pair of skis. On that day, conditions were a bit icy under some fresh snow. On that day, that fresh snow covered a sign that showed which path belonged to my green square, and which led down to the double diamonds. I had no business being on the slopes I wound up on. And to keep this story from getting too out of hand, I broke both ankles by the time I rolled back into the lodge.
The slopes never beckoned loud enough for me to ever think about it again.Â (Insert wavy picture here as we return to modern day).Â Now, TheWife and LatteGirl have decided that they would like to hit the slopes.Â I had no real desire, though I agreed to tag along and have the Hot Chocolate ready for when they returned.Â As LatteGirl pressed me on why I didn’t want to go, without going into details, I told her that I had a bad fall the last time I was skiing.
And that is when she hit me with it.Â “You always tell me, that when you fall you have to dust yourself off, and get right back and do it again.”Â No amount of “yeah but”s would deter her, and she pounded me with my own sage advise.Â (Why yes, I did call my advise sage.Â Full of myself?Â Nah!)
So, now backed into a corner, 21 years later, quite a few pounds heavier, and no where near as good shape as I was then, I will once again find myself on a set of skis, since it was obvious that I had to put my money (or advise in this case) where my mouth is, and lead by example (even if I am “leading” by kicking and screaming that I don’t want to the whole way).
Perhaps I should leave somebody with the keys to the blog… you know… just in case.