Last Thursday, Alex, his family and I went to Sollerön -- where they have their bungalow. We went there because of the yearly skiing-vacation, also known as "Sportlov". I decided to go with them this year, even though I have not skied for at least 10 years. And when I did, I was strapped to my father. So I had no idea how to ski. I was so nervous to go, some panic attacks were in the air. But I had decided to go, and so I would.
During the first day, I could feel the panic lingering during the whole day. I fell a lot, I got frustrated, I became ashamed, and much more -- there were emotions everywhere. Alex and his father had to teach me during the whole day. I was so ashamed. Even though I had so many emotional moments, I learned a lot. At the end of the day, I really felt comfortable to ski, where the children learn to ski... The most important thing though, is that I had fun, most of he time. I laughed a lot and got to talk to Roger a lot because of he teaching me. I am so grateful towards him because of him helping me the whole day. And Alex too.
The second day was so much more fun. I could actually ski with the rest of the family and I actually found it fun to ride. Alex and I started to ski around talking figures and had so much fun. Later that day, we skied with the rest of his family and it was equally as fun. When we got back, I was dead. Because of me moving my body so much more than the day before, I was all sore.
Because of all of us going home that day, we did not go an ski. Instead we stayed in Sollerön and went sledding. We were not there for so long - just about an hour or so. When we got back we ate and went home.
I am so happy that I challenged myself to ski both day and that I did not give up. I though that I would give in to the panic and just stay home but with the help of Alex, I got there both days. I am so proud of myself.