On Saturday, I went snowboarding for the first time in my life, after wanting to for like six and a half or sevenish years. It was harder than I expected; there’s less crossover from skating than I’d hoped. I’m super-sore everywhere: my arms, my neck, my sides, my chest, my butt, my legs, my shoulders. I haven’t learned how to turn yet; my current style is bombing straight down the hill (what feels like) really fast, doing whatever the snowboarding term is for a toeside standing slide to either reduce speed or stop, then changing direction and resuming my bomb. Occasionally punctuated by thumping, tumbling, powdery falls. I only had one that hurt, and it wasn’t bad: I could hear my cervical vertebrae crinkling around as I spun upside down through the snow, I sat up with a tweaked neck, hung out there for a minute looking at the empty hill above me and catching my breath, then humped myself back onto my feet and continued my run.
The whole thing was at times intimidating and frustrating, but it was really good. I finished much more comfortable and capable than I started, I did runs that felt pretty scary when I first saw them but that I was eager to repeat by the time we left, and I went really fast. A great night!
Next step: learn to turn.
Update: I was talkin’ to this dude living on the street today, and he said in his experience, every time he’s snowboarded (or perhaps he’d skied?) it was “like paying somebody forty dollars to kick your ass.” I can get behind that assessment.