Not as easy as I thought

Well I went skiing for the first time ever yesterday. I have usually been able to pick up things easy and learn them right from the start. That was no the case with skiing. At the very beginning, I was quite nervous. I could see mountains across the way that just reminded me how hi we were. Then I had an instructor start telling me all these things at once and I was overwhelmed. I learned to get the skis on and get started but I fell constantly. My instructor said part of my problem is I look down instead of ahead. I have always done things with what I call my faith moto. Close your eyes and trust God that you will be okay. That doesn't work for skiing. If you don't look at your skis supposedly you will just move them naturally and everything will be okay. I did not even get down the beginners slope without falling all morning. So at lunch I wanted to give up. I dint even want to eat I was so nervous and frustrated. I had to remind myself that I would never learn if I gave up and that I had already paid for the whole day so I should try it again. The main instructor that had paired me up with my instructor for the morning came and talked to me. She said I looked like I would feel more comfortable with a lady instructor and so she would find someone else for my other ski lessons. She came and helped me in the afternoon, and not only did I get down several times without falling, I also learned somewhat how to turn. I still have to work on that a little bit. Linda (the instructor) told me what days she was there and said she would be happy to work with me again. She was really great because I didn't pay for an afternoon lesson so she didn't have to help me. So I went home feeling a lot better than I started. However, after you do something like that for the first time be ready to be sore the next day. They all told me I was going to be even more sore than normal because I had used up so much more energy from being nervous. I am sore, but it's not to bad.
I met some really nice people in the ski lodge. The concession worker's name is Fran and she talked to me all about being from Texas because her son went to A&M and now lives in Houston. She let me put a tack on the map to say where I am from. Another lady I met was from England. She came to visit a friend but couldn't go skiing because she broke her foot early in the week. So we talked about England and where I had visited when I was there. So my first skiing trip was quite an adventure.