Fell on my ass
For the second time. In – what – three weeks? That perfect slam right on the tailbone. Or whatever that bone is called. I could feel it coming. It happened maybe five minutes before the end of this morning’s skate skiing lesson.
I’d been having trouble timing my poles all morning. I was trying to slow down to work on my one-skiing technique, to let myself glide so that I could get my poles in position before I had to push.
But I had lost my lean, and when I went to transfer my weight to my left ski I knew that second it wasn’t going to go well. My weight was back on my heel and my ski dead flat on slick, icy snow. Forward went my left foot, back went the rest of my body.
My instructor was quite kind and attentive. All in all it was a great course and he did a great job, I thought. I can’t put any of my frustration with my performance on him.
I think I have to put this fall behind me and just get out skiing. Lessons aren’t going to get me where I want to be.
