Black and Blue
She woke up groggy...the day before had been really productive with an early morning yoga class, apartment hunting, condo shopping and various other errands. But, it was time to arise, give thanks for another day on Earth and prepare for the hours ahead.
Never in her life did she think winter sports would actually be something she WANTED to do. After a bad experience at age 11, it was understandable that any snow related activity was blacklisted. She thought about this as she put on her fourth layer of mismatched clothing realizing with the frigid temperatures that you don't dress for style, you dress for functionality.
The most daunting aspect of snowboarding has to be the chairlifts. Though she managed to do the chairlift successfully on many occasions, it was always a crapshoot. One step off balance and then thud to the groud you go, and usually it has the bowling pin effect, if one pin goes down, likely others go down too.
As she strapped her boots in the bindings, she looked down the mountain and thought, "well, at least I got off the chairlift ok." The mountain was a beast. It looked impossible. And this is labeled a blue/green mountain? Where's the easy party? How was anyone supposed to get down a near vertical slope? Must be why they can call snowboarding an extreme sport. One deep breath and she tipped the board and started gliding down. Of course nothing is that easy, there were definite obstacles in the way - namely all the fallen soldiers who were also trying to tame the beast. Big, thick beams supporting the chairlift all the way down didn't help the situation.
She slowly made large "S" shaped patterns in the snow while going down the mountain and did it with little anxiety. She also spared her bones by not hurling her body into the snow (which was never intentional before, but always managed to happen). She came to the end of the mountain with the smell of victory in the air, took the board off, looked back at the ugly beast and thought "Next up, the black diamonds. Hell yes."
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Ok, so she=me - I know you get that. NC and I went snowboarding on Sunday, but I wanted to express my feelings about it instead of summing it up in one sentence. It truly is an exciting sport. Don't worry Mom, I'm not going to attempt the black diamonds just yet, I need to get really good on the blues first. I'm most certainly not that cocky - the fact that I can fall and bust my arse at any time keeps me humble.
Never in her life did she think winter sports would actually be something she WANTED to do. After a bad experience at age 11, it was understandable that any snow related activity was blacklisted. She thought about this as she put on her fourth layer of mismatched clothing realizing with the frigid temperatures that you don't dress for style, you dress for functionality.
The most daunting aspect of snowboarding has to be the chairlifts. Though she managed to do the chairlift successfully on many occasions, it was always a crapshoot. One step off balance and then thud to the groud you go, and usually it has the bowling pin effect, if one pin goes down, likely others go down too.
As she strapped her boots in the bindings, she looked down the mountain and thought, "well, at least I got off the chairlift ok." The mountain was a beast. It looked impossible. And this is labeled a blue/green mountain? Where's the easy party? How was anyone supposed to get down a near vertical slope? Must be why they can call snowboarding an extreme sport. One deep breath and she tipped the board and started gliding down. Of course nothing is that easy, there were definite obstacles in the way - namely all the fallen soldiers who were also trying to tame the beast. Big, thick beams supporting the chairlift all the way down didn't help the situation.
She slowly made large "S" shaped patterns in the snow while going down the mountain and did it with little anxiety. She also spared her bones by not hurling her body into the snow (which was never intentional before, but always managed to happen). She came to the end of the mountain with the smell of victory in the air, took the board off, looked back at the ugly beast and thought "Next up, the black diamonds. Hell yes."
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Ok, so she=me - I know you get that. NC and I went snowboarding on Sunday, but I wanted to express my feelings about it instead of summing it up in one sentence. It truly is an exciting sport. Don't worry Mom, I'm not going to attempt the black diamonds just yet, I need to get really good on the blues first. I'm most certainly not that cocky - the fact that I can fall and bust my arse at any time keeps me humble.
posted by mkp @ 10:47 AM
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