Wednesday, March 11, 2015

3/7/15 - First Time on the Slopes

I'm standing in skis, frozen on a very gentle slope, and Gus is trying to talk me down from my panic attack.

"So, you ever, you know, talk to a doctor about these attacks or anything?" he asks, partially to get me to think about something else, partially just to keep talking. He's a big dude, big-nosed and shaggy-headed, and clearly an elder statesman amongst the ski teachers, with a friendly stoner kind of vibe that makes him perfect for hyperventilating newbies like me.

"Dude, when I'm not hurtling to my death, I'm one of the calmest guys I know," I reply.

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