Reddish Bluey Purple
Because I don't fall over enough as it is ...
Monday we went snow boarding!!
Dave organised a bus tour, including transport to the resort, lift tickets and a discount on rental and his super-nice boss lent me her jacket, trousers and goggles which saved us a ton on rentals.
After a two hour bus ride, we arrived bright and early at 10 and I saw more snow then I'd ever seen in my life. And that was in the car park.
Got all kitted out, with help from their resident Gaijin, and headed out on the slopes.
Dave was really sweet, really patient and didn't even laugh too hard all the times I fell. Played around near the bottom of one of the slopes for a little while and then head up on the chair lifts.
Now this is the most traumatic part. Who honestly thinks its a good idea to sit on a tiny swinging chair with a snowboard hanging off one foot?? Not me thats for sure!!!
And the stress of trying to get off at the top, on slippy snow, with a plank of wood strapped to one foot and a tiny swinging chair hitting you in the arse (or in the head because at that stage I'd already fallen over). Och it was all too much!
Despite the falling and the embarrasment and the pain, it was a lot of fun! It wasn't too difficult to get moving, even though I was only doing the easy stuff and it made it feel like I was actually doing something.
And even though as the day wore on I got more tired, and lost my fearlessness and found out that my quota of falling is about 5 hours worth, I definitely left feeling that it would be something I'd want to try again and maybe get better at (if only to save my poor bottom!)
That was how I felt leaving on Monday.
How I felt on Tuesday morning was another story.
DEAR GOD!! Who thought moving could hurt this much!
I've always respected my sister, but she's just volleyed about 20 storeys in my opinion. How do you seriously do this two days in a row, let alone 7! You're either some kind of wonder woman or a complete idiot. I haven't decided which yet.


Anyhoo, despite my griping, I'm pretty sure I will be going again in the future. In the mean time, here are some photos that are worth a giggle.
Go ahead ... laugh at my pain!!!
1 Comment:
when you get to the end of a run and look back up the mountain, there is nothing better than that feeling- it makes you ( sort of ) forget the pain !
January 18, 2007
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