In the ski town of Niseko, Hokkaido, one takes a chairlift for a 10-minute ride up a hill. I’ve been to a few bunny slopes before– Michigan, Indiana, Vancouver–and these were *real* bunny slopes:100m mounds you slid down endlessly until you found your feet.
I imagine today’s was a mother bunny slope, five times as high, 10 times as long. But you learned faster and found your balance sooner.
Like any other sport, skiing–or the lack of it–shows up your character pretty fast.
To get the hang of things, you gotta be relaxed. I wasn’t. My friend who was instructing me said it looked like I wanted to get every move correct, and i was too focused, too fearful. That’s true of practically everything I first learned: The piano, the guitar, singing, most racket games, even writing. The only exception is shopping.
Lesson: I need to RELAX a whole lot more.
When I fall, I take a long time getting up. My clumsy ski legs get all twisted, and I have to muster arm strength to hoist myself up. So I take my time. I took so long getting up one time that a nearby snowboarding instructor paused his lesson to give me a hand.
Lesson: I need to pick up my picking up if I want to get down the slope before it gets dark. (it’s winter, after all.)
Am hitting the slopes tomorrow. More lessons to learn then!
What’s your experience when learning something new? Do you learn step-by-step? Or plunge into the deep-end? What have you learned about yourself along the way? Share your thoughts?