Something in me was determined to not have my final skiing memory be the one where I ugly cried down the mountain. I had to try again.
During the week, my skis and boots sat at the door of our apartment, a constant reminder that I needed to keep practicing if I wanted to get better.
I never considered myself strong or athletic while growing up. I wasn’t even really active until after college, when I started running along Lake Michigan a couple times a week. So if you ask me how that girl turned into the woman finding her way up rock faces with a bunch of carabiners and slings attached to her harness, I’d have to tell you I’m not really sure.
This was seriously scary business, and they let children do it?
As I hiked along the snowy trail in Provo Canyon, Utah, I looked up at the wide wall of ice above me and wondered what I'd gotten myself into. Actually, I wasn't so much afraid of climbing up it as I was worried I might freeze to death halfway through the day.