Friday evening I left work fifteen minutes “early” so that A and I could head up to a local ski resort for some fun. We haven’t really had much of a chance to be together out of thew house lately, since we’ve both (okay, mainly I) been extremely busy.
He promised me a while back to teach me to snowboard, which I jumped at the opportunity. I love to try new things and I love to ski, so why wouldn’t I love snowboarding, right?
We headed up to Liberty and he taught me a few ground rules on snowboarding prior to getting on the lift, such as “skating” and small turns. I was doing really well . . . at least when he wasn’t “yelling” at me. A tends to get a little hot-headed when he thinks people aren’t listening to him, so since I wasn’t getting things the first time I tried them, he assumed I just wasn’t listening,
This is why boyfriends shouldn’t teach their gorlfriends anything. But, he is a good teacher because he knows his shit. And since I’m used to being good at things right away (I guess I’m not “young” anymore, huh?), that frustration combined with his frustration literally overwhelmed me. But, we got past it and moved on to having some fun.
When we got on the chair lift for the first time, I looked down at the looming slope below me and instead of looking like a snowy mountainside, it looked more like . . . an ocean of ice. I commented on it and A just looked down and shrugged his shoulders.
Down we went down the mountain, with me falling every so often. I now have a bruise in the shape of Texas on my ass, thanks to all the falling I did.
Just as I was starting to get the hang of things, connecting turns, stopping (while even throwing snow! that’s my favorite thing about stopping when skiing–throwing snow on someone), I picked up a little too much speed on my heel edge. I knew what I had to do (whooooaaaa there, Nelly!), and when I did it, my board went *scoot, scoot, scoot* (can you picture this?) down the ice. It’s kinda like stopping on ice skates on a newly zambodied rink versus one that has been skated on by a crowd of people for an hour. So you can just imagine that my board kinda wobbled a bit when trying to stop. When it did, my toe edge caught, forcing my body to flip over itself. First instinct is to, of course, throw your hands out to stop yourself, which is exactly what I did.
The result is this:
Yup. A fractured radius. How. Awesome.
My office says they’re going to wrap me in bubblewrap whenever I leave from now on. My poor mother begged my boyfriend to stop breaking me because it seems I only hurt myself when I’m with him.
Tomorrow is my appointment with my orthopedist. I’m sure he’ll love seeing me again. “But Dr. DeGroote, it’s been a WHOLE WEEK since I’ve seen you! I mean, that’s progress, man.” Here we go again . . .
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Oh my god I'm so sorryyyyyy. I think I would totally break something if I tried skiing / snowboarding too but sometimes fun stuff are risky, don't you think? I hope you feel better soon!
Oh my god I'm so sorryyyyyy. I think I would totally break something if I tried skiing / snowboarding too but sometimes fun stuff are risky, don't you think? I hope you feel better soon!
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