As pretty much all of you know—because I don’t shut the hell up about it—last year I picked up a new sport. Snowboarding. This was thanks to my boyf at the time; I had previously never given boarding a second thought, except for, “those brats, who the hell do they think they are” whenever a boarder came millimeters away my ski attempts.
A vision of my body colliding with a tree, broken limbs knotting themselves around my skis and poles, always prevented me from gaining enough speed to actually grasp the sport of skiing. In other words, I was scared.
When I took my first major fall on a board, I felt myself tumble down the mountain my board spinning along in its edge, secure to my feet. There would be no broken limbs to tangle on a tree with that thing attached to me. (I know, I know, statistically it’s more likely to break a bone on a securely attached board than on removable skis—whatever.)
Since then my boarding skills have improved, but I still maintain the same approach: Throw myself down at the fastest manageable speed and figure out the balance, turn, stop and go thing along the way.
And this weekend, my first time out for my second season of riding, I had quite an “a-ha” moment. We headed up to Vermont to ride Mt Snow with the free passes we received at the TGR video premiere a few weeks back. (Sweet deal!)
Fresh snow. Light crowd. It was spot on!
Silly girls we are, our first run was on a very steep “blue” trail that we ended up riding down on our heels, but we made it—and the view was phenom!
Halfway down my first run of the blue/green trail I stuck to for the remainder of the day, it hit me. My feet were cramped up like… oh man, I was just gonna say something really nasty… and I heard one ex boyf’s voice in my ear telling me to stop using my feet and lean into my boots.
I leaned toeside, heelside, toeside, heelside, using my stomach muscles to throw my body in whatever direction necessary to avoid colliding with the childrens ski school class I seemed to have inadvertently joined.
Voila! I was linking my turns like whoa!
(And avoiding other riders/skiers—something I usually did by standing still with my fingers crossed.)
My speed is still not where I’d like it to be but I look like I know what I’m doing. I even successfully landed after accidentally going off a small mogul.
It was a kick-arse start to the season (even though we did lose one of our crowd to the bar) and I’m psyched to have almost three months of riding ahead. I plan on making the most of it. It was my first time in Vermont, and I will agree with the state’s boarding advocates, it is better. Hence why I’m heading back next week. 🙂
And maybe by the spring I’ll have balls to up and move somewhere with more cold, snow and mountains and less hot, humid beaches!