I’m not usually a morning person, but today I made an exception. I got up at 6:45 and got dressed, made myself a lunch, put my hair in a French braid, packed up my stuff and was ready to go an hour later. It was just a normal drive until we got further into the mountains. My heart started pounding when the snow appeared like the remnants of white linen shredded over the tops of the pine trees. A few minutes later we were there. Finally I’d be able to try this crazy sport that I knew absolutely nothing about, other than that it looked like a lot of fun. We pulled on snow pants and boots and grabbed our boards. I knew it was going to be a lot harder than it looked the minute I strapped just one foot onto the board. I was slipping and sliding all over the place. You should just know that Snow and I are in a love/hate relationship. I like looking at it, but every time we get together the snow thinks it’d be fun to try and assassinate me. Today I came prepared with two pound weights on my feet called snow boots. They made me feel like an astronaut. The minute I strapped into the board one foot wanted to go one way and the other foot was hanging on for dear life. I almost decided right then and there that I would never be able to do this and it was time to go home. Lucky for me I didn’t want to seem like a chicken and despite my better judgment screaming “no” I hopped along the ice to a hill. It was a little hill so we went up to the top and then I was told to strap my other foot on the board. “Oh my gosh. Kill me now”. After giving the people already on the hill a show, I finally was able to slide a few feet before I ended up right back on the ground. Talk about frustrating. After my second time down the little hill, a group of beginners came and took over my little hill. So we decided to head to the bigger beginner’s hill. My first run down the hill I hit the ground quite a few times, mostly because I sat down when I started going too fast. The second time down the hill I had a better feel for what I was doing and then just as I got towards the end I tried to stop. I managed to do the first part right, but somehow I got flipped around and hit the ice hard on my rear end, and hand. I have no idea how I ended up on my back facing the wrong direction down the hill. I sat up and went right back to the top of the hill. I continued like that for a few more runs down and then decided it was time for a break. My muscles were so tired. After lunch we walked around in the snow a little and took pictures. By the time we left I was wet and could tell I was going to be sore for the next few days. I’d had the best time and for some crazy reason I can’t wait to go back and try snowboarding again.