So Sunday I participated in my first ever winter sport (other than the occasional snowball fight and extreme snowman making). That is I went snowboarding, it was a lot of fun but I've been paying for it over the last couple days as my body refuses to stop hurting. My first three trips down the bunny hill I literally fell about 50 times combined. Leaving the mountain my knees looked like tomatoes and my hands were brown and yellow from bruises. None of that mattered though when I finally made it down the hill (at first falling only twice and later not at all), not to mention actually feeling like I was riding the board as opposed to being taken for a ride. It was the greatest feeling in the world. That feeling was only topped when we hit the beginner slope and I actually took a fairly tight curve at a fairly decent speed with Bo behind me cheering me on.
We snowboarded on and off from 8:30a-4:30p (I stopped at 2:30) and overall I'd rate my first time about an 8/10. I could go in to much more detail about the day as just about every moment is burned in to my head, but I won't. Although, I should mention that coming in from 3+ hours of snowboarding and smelling sweet perfume on a cute waitress was something you need to experience. Anyway, all the pain was worth it if next time I go I pick up where I left off.
On a final note I have to thank Bo and Lee who stayed with me on the bunny hill for most of the day and constantly gave me tips on what to do and how to figure out what I was doing wrong. I didn't know what to expect going in to the day (other than falling and getting hurt, as I was told this constantly), but even with the lack of expectations I didn't think I'd get home and honestly be able to say at least to a basic degree I learned how to snowboard.