A Tale of Two Bindings

If you read my last post you may recall that I have had some minor issues as I attempt to start learning how to ski. I had gone to multiple ski shops only to find that no one would adjust my ski bindings. All of that changed yesterday when I took my skis to a new shop. I was quite distrustful of ski shops at this point, so I had made sure to call ahead and confirm that they did in fact have the bindings I was looking for and that they would install them for me. So I entered the shop with the same wariness that a shark attack survivor has when going swimming.

When Things Don’t Go According to Plan

I did not mention this in my introductory post, but one of the activities that I plan┬áto add to my overall life experiences is the sport of downhill skiing. I had the random idea at some point during the semester that I wanted to become a skier, so with only one time ever skiing under my belt I went on a Craigslist and Ebay shopping spree, buying everything that I would need to start skiing on a regular basis. Most people thought that I had lost my mind since I had only gone skiing once and most of that experience had involved me falling/sliding down the hill on my side. However, I would not let those people’s words deter me, I knew that if I wanted to have more life experiences I would need to take some chances. Here are a few things that I have already learned about skiing:

Hello, my name is…

I am not a fan of situations where I must introduce myself. And no, it is not because I have an acute fear of saying my name or having people talk to me. Rather, I hate the conversation that follows an introduction. It is as if one must cram every single documentary-worthy life experience into the next two minutes of conversation. The following is an example of how I feel during said conversations: