I'm back from my latest snowboarding adventure. After two two-hour lessons (one last week and one today) I think I can get down the hill with only a few falls. Gnarly. Since I'm really damned sore (primarily in the arms this time—which is odd) I'll end this here. Ow....
Yes, I'm headed back up to the slopes tomorrow. Unlike last time, I'll be wearing a fully-fledged snowboarding helmet, which I'll need because I'll be strapped to a bona-fide snowboard that's both long and waxed. For those of you from Jamaica, long + waxed == quick. Also on the upside,...
Oh, ow. For the love of god, ow. My calves hurt more than at any other point in my life thus far. They hurt so much that the pain is traversing my entire frame until it hits my fingers and makes it hard to type. Ow ow, ow ow ow....
If memory serves correctly, I've been skiing exactly twice in the past. Once was when I was 12 and resulted in skiing into the fence at the bottom of the bunny hill. Once was when I was in college, and resulted enough damage that my left knee still clicks from...
