Yesterday, Dave and I went to Mt Baker in Washington State to go snowboarding. It was his second time and my first. I had been wanting to try snowboarding since I moved to the West Coast.], but last year the snow was minimal and the Olympics created a distraction for all of February. This year, however, I was determined to try it and my boyfriend was super keen on taking up the sport.
Dave was worried that I would hate snowboarding, but decided to let his worries go. He was hoping that it would be something that we could do together. I convinced him to take a beginners course when we got there and it proved really helpful for both of us. I really enjoyed it and didn’t find snowboarding all that difficult. After the lesson we went for lunch, where I proceeded to treat myself to a burger, fries and pop, a combination I haven’t eaten in a long time…I quickly realized there was a reason for that.
As soon as I started locking my boots into the snowboard, I was frustrated and uncomfortable. Next, it took me forever to stand up. Suddenly my patience was spiralling out of control. Dave started off down the hill and I followed. It only took about 3 mins for me to take a hard fall forward and land in a painful position where I heard my neck pop. The pain shot through by back and head. I could actually feel my jaw and tongue throbbing. It hurt and I felt like crying. I managed to hold it together though and laid on the ground, with Dave beside me, for a few minutes. I think that was the moment I started to give up.
I forced Dave to go on without me, he was doing far better and I couldn’t even manage to stand up. (My greatest difficulty.) I stuck to a small little slope and Dave did a more difficult loop of hills. After about the 5th time going down the small slope I was done and called it quits. Dave’s fear came true, I did hate snowboarding a little.
By the end of the day I was sitting in the lodge reading my book while Dave snowboarded. It was obvious this would be his sport and not mine. I am happy that I tried it and that it didn’t cost much ($30), but my fear of hurting myself further and my frustration with getting up on the board did me in. (I actually wasn’t too bad once moving.)
Bright points in the day: Going to Applebees in Bellingham, where I had a Mud Slide, going to Trader Joes, where I bought some Warre’s Port for $13 and stocked up on my trail mix for work, finishing knitting Dave’s slippers during the drive, beautiful scenery and realizing just how patient Dave really is. :)
Time to get back to XC Skiing.