The Single and Sexy are fearless right?  Yesterday, we were talking about skiing and snowboarding and my friends realized that as an “almost Native” Coloradoan (all but one year), I haven’t ever been skiing.

There are a couple reasons for this.  One, I grew up in the poorest inner city school in Denver and I don’t remember if we had ski trips like the other schools, I know we didn’t have them like the schools do now. Two, if we did, there would be no way I would ever get on a ski lift.  Ferris wheels, ski lifts or any other slow moving objects that don’t touch the ground are out of my comfort zone.  I went hiking twice and both times I had to slide down the mountain on my behind. This picture is from a trip I took to the Garden of the Gods, I slide down the little trail we were on after taking the photo. Then I remembered why hiking isn’t a normal thing for me to do during the summer.  Good thing it wasn’t a first date, that could have been frustrating for him.

I’m not afraid of heights I explained, I get vertigo.  There is a difference. I think.  If I didn’t get dizzy I wouldn’t be afraid to be dangling in the air, at least I don’t think I would.

Once I went tobogganing, that seemed perfectly normal and fun, going down the mountain (or hill) like a speeding bullet at a hundred miles per hour until we were so cold and miserable and we hit this bump and flew 50 feet in the air, landed on our backs and got “the wind” knocked out of us and nobody understood why I didn’t want to go again? Ever.

I absolutely love snowmobiling and so sometimes I think I don’t want to ski because it is cold and I am a fair weather fan but then it always comes back to the ski lift. Yep, not happening. Not even a gondola. No interest.

Fear? It can’t be. I’m not afraid, I just get vertigo.  My friends didn’t say it, but they were looking at me like I was crazy.  What do you think?

Livin,