This past Saturday night Scott, a few of his work buddies, and myself headed up to Brighton ski resort which is only about 20 minutes up the road from our house up into the mountains. This was my first experience snowboarding, and though I knew it would be challenging...I had no idea. I'm smiling in the photo, but definitely not smiling as I sit here writing this.It has not snowed up at Brighton for a week or so, and the ski/ride enthusiasts have packed down the otherwise powdery white substance into a bone-jarring force to be reckoned with. Scott patiently waited for me to get my cumbersome gear on while wearing thick snowgloves in the 20-something degree weather. Finally, I was ready to go. First stop, bunny land.
The "Explorer" lift had a few of the other beginners mostly on boards, some on skis, some on bike-skis. I went up with Scott, fell off the ski lift, and set the tone for the night. The first run down was a beating, I fell countless times, usually on my butt, sometimes on my hands.
Scott took off after awhile and I kept going. By the second lift up, I was able to coast off the lift without falling, and by the 5th or 6th time (though my body was screaming I should quit), I actually made it down the slope without falling, cruising along like I kind of knew what I was doing. And then the mighty series of falls started, two of which were caused by my very own husband whom I tried to scream at to get out of my way (he rides black diamonds...you'd think he'd be able to avoid a mad bunny on a slope). Lord!
That evening, I do not remember ever being so sore in my life.
My list of injuries:
- mild whiplash and very sore neck
- bruised wrists and right elbow
- bruised knees
- bruised tailbone and right butt cheek
- messed up right arm and shoulder from hard fall
- sore muscles all around
