I’m on my way back – Rob ( Reginald Molehusband reborn ) driving, or I wouldn’t be writing this..
As I’ve always been my own worse critic, I’m dissatisfied with how I progressed in a sitski.
In my head, the facts that I went twice as fast, did black runs and even understood the theory of the quite contrary technique don’t make me avoid dwelling on the number of crashes I had on the icy sections or on confined tracks where I just didn’t have enough room ( and confidence ) to try sharp turns to slow myself down – there being on one side trees and the other side a cliff.
I was on Day 5 faced with the choice of ploughing into a group of people all stood together on a narrow and icy track, or deliberately skiing up a steep bank into bushes. I took the second option and survived the double somersault.
I hopefully get another go at this in April and perhaps then improve further.
When I had working legs I’d get a bit down when I felt I’d not skied well, but not like the mental torment I feel now when I crash / topple over and am then totally and completely powerless to right myself.
JJ, my guide, is a hard taskmaster, and that’s good for me overall. He seemed very happy with the way things went in general.
I spent most evenings looking on YouTube watching the best Paralympic skiers and thinking how crap I was compared to them.
After only about 2 whole weeks on a sit ski I suppose that I am a touch unrealistic.
Thanks to Dan and Rob and Kev and JJ and everyone else that helped me.