Perpetual Motion

I always thought that inertia would cause things to eventually stop, but I found out last Saturday that skiing doesn't follow the rules of inertia, because it's impossible to stop while skiing. That's not true, I'm just bitter because I don't have the (key) ability to stop while skiing. It was my first time ever (can I finally start living up to Mainer status?), so I guess I couldn't hope to perfect everything right away, but that would have been a nice trick to pick up.

Jeff's been calling me "Runaway Train," referring to one instance in particular where I somehow went from 0-60 mph within milliseconds and obviously couldn't really control myself. It was just down the terrain park, so it wasn't really steep or anything, but it was cluttered with very large jumps, which I told myself to avoid at all costs. Amazingly, I made it through the run without wiping out, whereas Jeff said he almost fell just trying to catch up to me.

Overall, skiing was an interesting experience, in that it scared the crap out of me--I could barely sleep Saturday night thinking back on the craziness of it all. I also couldn't stop hating the small children who were all better at skiing than I was. If I never have to "pizza pie" or "snowplow" again in my life, I won't be terribly upset. Maybe next time I'll just hop on the lift and never hop off, because the lift ride was my favorite part.