On Valentine's day, the fiance and I went to Tahoe to do some snowboarding.
I've been snowboarding a grand total of 2 times before this trip-
the first time about ten years ago and the second time a little over two years ago.
I have no idea what i'm doing when it comes to this sport.
And, it scares the shit out of me.
The day started at 4:30am.
I was woken with the worst cramps of my life.
It felt like my uterus was going to fall out of my butt.
I had an hour before the alarm would go off.
So, I swallowed two Aleve, got into fetal position with the heating pad and silently hoped this monthly curse would just leave me alone.
The alarm rang,
the fiance jumped out of bed,
and I lay there trying to figure out how I was going to make this work.
I really did not want to go.
I wanted to stay home.
Especially since the fiance has never been able to wrap his head around how painful my monthly visitor can be sometimes.
After some tears (I cry when I can't make a decision),
I got up.
Put on some clothes.
And decided to go and keep him company- even if that meant finishing The Hunger Games in the lodge while he was snowboarding.
And that was exactly what I did until lunch time.
We ate avocado, cheese, and sprout sandwiches (my new obsession).
I decided I would get out of the slopes and do it.
Our first run went well.
Aside from falling EVERY single time I get off the ski lift, I had no complaints.
The second run landed me here...
As you can see, I was smiling.
The views were incredible.
This wasn't so bad...
Things changed fast.
Basically, this run killed me.
It drained all confidence and energy from my body in about 2 minutes.
I was done.
Not to mention-
I was a little horrified at how RUDE and MEAN so many skiers and snowboarders were.
Clearly, I am a beginner and have little knowledge of this sport, but I was out there trying.
Those more experienced,
and clearly a little impatient and selfish,
had only nasty things to say to me.
Not to my face,
but as they passed.
Often their hurtful words were muttered to their friends loud enough for me to hear.
This is the only sport I've ever experienced such hate.
I was pissed.
And, I still am.
So, I told the fiance I was done. And, I was pissed.
We got down to the bottom of the mountain, and I just wanted to go home.
The fiance ordered a beer and got me a glass of wine.
(drinking while doing this sport still confuses me a little)
He suggested we do one more run.
I gave in.
After all, I did pay $39 to rent gear.
He promised it wouldn't be hard.
That it would be soft and powdery.
Friends, only half of this statement was true...
I don't know what this course was.
It was powdery- so powdery the snow came up to my thighs.
But easy? HA!
Lies. all lies.
He took me down hell.
And I was not happy.
I fell so much I couldn't get up anymore.
My wrists felt broken (I KNOW. I'm not suppose to fall on my hands, but I do)
I think I fractured my tail-bone.
And I tweaked my back.
This was not how I remembered this sport.
He still refuses to accept that this course was not something a beginner should attempt.
He's a stubborn man.
It may have been powdery, but it was nearly impossible.
He is lucky, though.
I LOVE THE SNOW. I REALLY love the snow.
And no matter how sad or angry I may be, put me in snow and I will be a happy girl.
So, my tears quickly turned to laughter as I sat waist deep in the snow.
I walked the rest of the way down.
And I may never snowboard again.
BUT, I still love the snow,
and that is all that really matters.