I write to you in this blog with the great news that I’ve actually been skiing!
Unless you count the day I spent in Saas Fee in October, which now seems so long ago as to not matter at all, I’ve just returned from a week in Hintertux ,Austria. I was in Hintertux to spend some time training Giant Slalom (GS) with a view to going for the Eurotest at some point this season.
If you’ve never heard of the Eurotest (which will be loads of you because the Eurotest is very small in its relevance to anyone other than a small number of ski instructors bitching their way through the British ski system), it’s basically a European-wide test of your ability to race GS adjusted to the time of the best guy in the world at it. If you’ve never heard of GS I don’t blame you, but it’s the stuff they show on the TV with the catsuits and the gates.
Anyway, at some point in the British system you have to suck it up and do the Eurotest if you want to go on and finish the system. I’m in that space now so I’ve got to learn how to ski GS. Growing up in London with no mountains, no local ski club as a yoof and no interest in skiing until age 14, it’s all new and interesting.
Not me but Bromance in the fog. I was crying somewhere.
So there I was on the Hintertux glacier fighting with 25-meter radius skis that only work above a certain speed, bombing about the glacier. The first couple of days were pretty hateful. Not only was I getting used to being back on skis but also these new mental fast skis and it was all a little bit too much for me at one point, especially in the fog where I couldn’t see shit. For me, flat light is kryptonite and that combined with an unfamiliar place and equipment was enough to make me want to quit.
Help was at hand though as I was with the Bromance, who suggested that we get involved in the après ski before our day off. I thought I had seen après ski but clearly Austria is on another level. We stepped into what appeared to be a nightclub at midnight before realising it was only 5pm in the afternoon on a Tuesday. Anyway, 10 beers, a load of laughs, some bitching and some questionable DJ choices later, all the stresses were gone…
Back on the big skis later that week, I started to work out how they worked and started to love them. For the last 3 days we were in the gates and I have to say that I LOVE gates. I love the concept of being in a race track, with the challenge of the course making you turn where you don’t necessarily want to turn, the whack of the gates against the body and the lack of subjectiveness of the clock. You’re either fast or you aren’t.
We will see where this goes this season but for sure, you won’t find me bitching about the Eurotest. If I get there, I’ll be able to look the local instructors in the eye and say I’ve got it and take the respect that comes with that. Thanks to Sean Langmuir for a great week.
On a slightly more snowploughy note, bookings are starting to arrive for the winter and I’ve already got some really nice work lined up for December with potential for much more. I’m looking forward to skiing with some of the kids that I teach football to (and their parents!). The good thing about this is that it reduces the time that you are unfamiliar to the kids and you can get so much more done if that student-teacher bond is already there.
Next week I’m off to Zermatt for the level 4 teaching exam. I’m really looking forward to this one but I’m also apprehensive at the same time. This will be the first snow based module of level 4 (highest in the BASI system) that I will have attended and I’m anxious about my level of skiing. I’ve been with my head in the textbook for a while now and have written down a bunch of ideas, but I’m not that academic so I’ll be really challenged if the examiner is one that wants all the right ‘words’.
We will see. See you in a week or so.