SNOWBOARDING
LIVE to Board.
Okay you have not lived life if you have not tried snowboarding. I know it sounds like a cliche; simply substitute your favourite activity in place of "snowboarding" and viola--you instantly have created a gush forum for your obsession. But trust me on this one. If the reports about injuries, lost backcountry riders, and those souls buried in avalanches haven't frightened you, perhaps then it is the thought of careening down a mountain strapped and immovable to a piece of shtick. Or perhaps you don't want to jump on the bandwagonin' board. Whatever the reason just try it...what have you got to lose? Well, maybe a limb or two...
Lesson in LOSERdom
I remember how pathetic I was on my first day. It was up at Cypress (then called Cypress Bowl) and it was a wintery wonderful Sunday in February. Donald and I (then called boyfriend) confidently thought we'd head on over, sign up for a lesson, and then show our instructor what naturals we were and then spend the rest of the day shreddin'...OOPS.
My ego was damaged, and my ass even more so. Our instructor made it look so easy to do that pendulum-thingy...our group had our jaws dropped--how the hell did she do that? It's pretty sad when your biggest accomplishment for the day is learning how to fall properly and picking your ass off the snow without falling back down again.
Anyways it was a humbling experience, and it took a lot of courage for me to come back for another day of humiliation...but you know what? A couple of lessons later, I was turning, and by the end of the season last year, I was trying jumps, learning to carve, dropping in the pipe...it's amazing what you can do with that board.
So NOW what?
Now I'm in my second season and it's been full of ups and downs. It's so true in boarding that you progress really fast and kinda stop..it takes that extra determination to get to the next level. I was just starting to dofrontside and backside 180s when I suffered a real super agonizing shoulder dislocation in January. To all those who heard a girl in blue wailing like an animal underneath the Quad Chair on that sunny afternoon at Cypress, c'etait moi.
It's been about a month now and my nerve is still fried. That means no feeling in my deltoid muscle. Oh well! Life goes on. I'm still truckin' up to Whistler every weekend and paying homage to Cypress every chance I get... Come say hi. I always need new riding buddies. Just look for me. I'm the smurf in the blue with the Red Skycap.
Oh yeah check out some inspiring pictures...maybe one day I'll have some of my own..