Diary of a Broken Snowboarder
I am writing this while the pain is fresh and the ego sufficiently bruised. Sprawled out on my hotel room bed in Jackson Hole I am beginning to wonder if rigor mortis can set in to a still living body? Right about now it kind of feels like it can.
Rigor mortis brings me to the first big secret that your snowboarding friends will fail to mention before your first snowboarding foray and that is that falling really f&@%ing hurts! At least twice I thought I’d broken a wrist or forearm, and once after landing on my left rib cage I fully expected to cough up some blood.
Another little factoid nobody will mention is that the part about being on your toes with your back facing down hill is a totally freaky maneuver. Of course it’s a necessary skill but it’s the kind of thing that would have been worth practicing once or twice before going way up the hill.
Now here’s the third lesson – you will begin to hate your instructor after a couple hours. Mind you, my guy was perfectly fine and by all accounts knew what he was doing. But as I started to get tired, stiff and was hitting the ground somewhere between every “C” and “S” turn, my ability to be “coached” went to hell. It was like everything I’d learned in the morning was forgotten and I was out there just rolling my body down the hill.
At this juncture it’s fair to say that the novelty had worn off of snowboarding for me and I was really regretting not having learned how to do this stuff when I was six. Oh, and speaking of learning to do this is a kid – all the munchkins on the slopes will really piss you off when you see how easily they pick up snowboarding!
And a last good lesson your friends won’t share with you: don’t eat lunch. Just take a Clif bar and some water and keep plowing ahead. Even if you have to call it a day a little early I would say going as long as you can without a big food break helps you keep moving up the learning curve and not feel like you want to throw up on your first run after lunch. Not to mention the fact that rigor mortis starts to set in while you are chowing your burger.
So, net of all of the above, would I recommend a second lesson? My guess is that the memory of the pain will subside and that with a couple more lessons I can stay on my feet a whole lot more. Staying on your feet seems to make snowboarding a whole lot more fun.
And now that I know a bunch of other stuff my friends “conveniently” left out, I’m ready for day two!
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