It’s that time of year when half of America makes its pilgrimage to Disneyland. After days of standing in lines, tripping over strollers, and buying tickets in the three figures; anyone can use a day off. Here are five free, family-friendly day trips within a short drive of Disneyland. Continue reading “5 FREE Family-Friendly Activities Near Disneyland”
Having blown out my ACL skiing down a steep chute (that’s my story, okay), I am now well versed in what fixing it entails. First of all, an ACL can’t heal on its own. Not sure why, but it might have something to do with the fact it was completely separated from my tendon but whatever. When you tear an ACL, you have two choices: 1, graft it together using your hamstring or 2, graft it together using your patella tendon. Fun options, I know. I had two very good doctors in their field each advise me to do one and not the other. What’s a girl to do?
I am now telling people I blew out my ACL instead of tore. It sounds awesome and more accurate.
Like all my major injuries, the story that goes along with it sucks.
I was getting kids off a lift and when I turned to help the one on my left, the other one’s ski went under mine and swiped my leg out from underneath me. I felt a little silly about the entire thing until I found three other instructors who did the same thing the same way. I will say this for myself, I got those kids down the mountain and none of them had any idea I was injured. I did, however, ignore all requests to cut through trees and hit bumps. For one run, I was the boring instructor. Continue reading “A Torn ACL and All I Got Was This Lousy Story”
“Pee before you ski” isn’t just for kids. Those are words of wisdom for five or sixty-five year olds.
At lunch stuff your gloves, gator, and mittens into your helmet and hook it to the back of your chair. No more rolling around the table or floor and scratching up your goggles.
Put a chapstick in each coat.
When I heard that people spend hundreds of dollars getting ski boots professionally fitted, I couldn’t believe the things suckers will pay money for. But I’ve come to learn that a lot of our skiing weaknesses can be traced back to the wrong equipment. Last year I visited a professional fitter for custom insoles. After getting that toe in the water, I went back this season for the full deal and got an alignment. The question now: is it worth it?
It takes several triathlons to learn the little tricks of the trade — mostly by either making mistakes or by watching other people. Here’s a few tri tips to save you some trouble.
Kids love to eat snow. So much so that I once had to explain to a little five-year-old why we couldn’t eat snow off the floor that had been tracked in. Rather than fight their impulse, I say let them embrace it. Over at the RedBarnBlog, I am guest blogging with a recipe for how to make ice cream from snow.
Today is the conclusion to my 4-part series. Don’t get me wrong, some parents are totally capable of teaching their own kids to ski. However, a lot of adults who’ve been skiing for years forget how difficult learning can be and don’t know how to break down skiing into learnable skills. Screaming “pizza” as your kid zooms down the hill out of control is not helpful, but it’s all some parents can offer.
Here are some good questions to ask before teaching them yourself: Continue reading “Common Mistakes When Teaching Kids to Ski: Teaching Them Yourself”
Today is part 3 in my 4-part series. Picture this. It’s your five-year-old’s second day on the hill and she’s already rocking turns and stops. You take her up on a little steeper terrain totally confident in her ability. You’re right beside her to keep her safe. As she comes down the steeper part, she doesn’t make her turn. Her speed gets faster, and you yell out “Pizza,” but instead she clicks her skis together and shoots straight down the mountain. You chase after her, but a fence catches her first.
It’s part 2 in my 4-part series about the common mistakes parents make teaching their kids to ski.
Last week I was on the lift and glanced down to see a father tying an edgie wedgie to his son’s skis. The problem with this scene: they were parked at the top of a blue mogul run. If your child still needs an edgie wedgie, get back to the learning hill.