Battered and loving it
Yesterday, the weather was finally conducive for snowboarding... sort of. The mountain was open and there was snow, on some trails. Well, not so much snow as sheets of ice with snow over them. I got battered yesterday worse than I have since my first few times riding. I fell coming off the lift, turning, skating, you name it! Our friend Brian got a season pass for Christmas, and this was his first trip up this season.
My helmet also earned its keep yesterday. I had been hesitant about getting one, thinking it would be uncomfortable and hot, but The Boy insisted and I relented. When I bit it yesterday and whacked the back of my head on the concrete-hard surface of the trail, I knew I had he had done right by me. Don't get me wrong, I had an instant headache and lay there for a minute before I got up and finished the run, but the key is that I got up and finished the run. Otherwise, I know that I would have either cracked my head open, given myself a concussion, or both. Brian saw the fall, and all he could say was:
Damn, you fell HARD!
Yay safety gear!
It's funny... still, no matter how bad I get my ass kicked when I ride, I love it more and more each time we go. I'm a glutton for punishment!
What we were up against. Note the overall theme of no snow.
We made the best of the conditions and managed to have a good time.
