Here's my "report" on how it went (from my spark page blog):
The big report on my snowboaring lesson yesterday... :-D
I was up bright and early to take the ski bus up the canyon. I had a lot of stuff... my skis/poles/boots, the rented snowboard and boots, my helmet, and my backpack (with my glove liners, mitten, balaclava, a novel, lip balm, sandwich, apples, water, etc). Got up to the resort and signed up for a beginner lesson and sweet talked the basket check woman into watching my skis or snowboard when whichever wasn't in use.
The lesson wasn't due to start till 9:45, and the lifts open at 8:30, so I got in the lift line with my skis on. Holy powder day, Batman! I hadn't realized that they had gotten 6" of fresh stuff overnight. I did about an hour of powder skiing, which was fun. Because I'm usually skiing with my kids, I don't get a lot of powder skiing in. It was fun, but also, DUDE--a lot of work on the thighs. ;-)
I was in a group with 6 other first-time snowboard. It was an interesting mix of people. Youngest was 13, oldest was 50. Our instructor--picture Keanu Reeves in Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure, but with a goatee. (I mean that as a compliment.) Very laid back, very patient, very ... "*dude*". ;-)
Putting on the snowboard, crap man--a pain in the ass after years of just stepping into skis. Also, I did a little experimenting in the first hour to figure out if I'm goofy foot or regular. (Goofy is right foot forward, regular is left.) As I'm sure you're not surprised to learn, I'm goofy. (I'm also very dominantly left-handed, so again, not surprising.) Ted was very patient through this.
Oh the falling and the laughing.... our class practiced tiny turns on a tiny slope to begin with, but that didn't prevent spectacular wipe-outs. Everyone was pretty good natured about it. (Ironically, the youngest members of the class were the slowest to catch on and the most frustrated... I didn't see *that* coming.) I was *so* happy to have my helmet. During the morning portion of the lesson, I had a good time, but I basically thought I was amounting to the world's worst snowboarder, and I didn't see anything in common with skiing besides perhaps the snow! :-O
During our hour lunch break, I grabbed my skis, jammed my sandwich in my pocket, and crammed in another hour of skiing. :-D (I dutifully drank my water, too.) Powder pretty worked over by that point, thighs pretty tired.
In the afternoon, we headed to a beginner lift. My unloading was.... very ungraceful. I screamed every single time. I screamed with surprise when I managed to not crash. I screamed with terror (and amusement) when I did. Let's see... I hit a classmate and a sign. I fell right in front of the next people unloading. Etc. It was not pretty. The afternoon was all about trying to make turns down a beginning slope. Cut across toe-side. Cut across heel-side. If you can't transition between the turns, either plop down and roll over to the other side to do the other direction, or (more likely) fall/crash/wipeout and *then* roll over and do the other direction. I was having a lot of fun, but I was dubious about whether anything was sinking in.
As hard as it was for me, I did notice that I was making it down faster than my classmates. Every time. I don't know if this is because of my skiing or my general athleticism. I felt really, *really* awkward, but it couldn't have been as bad as I thought. They didn't look half bad, just terrified. So I probably wasn't half bad, either. (And yeah, I was terrified.)
By the last run of the lesson, I was starting to be able to connect a turn or two. (Woo hoo!) I could see a glimmer of "This could be fun..." So instead of swapping out to my skis for the last hour of lift time, I decided to keep my snowboard on and practice. I really think it was worth it... The last two runs were definitely the best... I was able to connect as many as 4 or 5 turns before I fell, and I felt like I was able to enjoy the gliding part and do it somewhat gracefully. And *this* on quivering legs that got in 8 full hours of the slopes, plus knees that had fallen on ice.
What I got out of all of this... I feel like this was an awesome birthday present to myself (and I have to give my dh credit for running a full day with the kids at home *and* he did big time maintenance on my bike, including putting on the new chain). This is the kind of reward/goal I want to work toward here on SP. It was *great* to try something new. I will definitely do this again... probably this weekend, when my friend C arrives for our big ski/snowboarding weekend. :-D It was really good for my head... made me feel in touch with my body and my strength, I enjoyed the mental and physical challenge, I enjoyed feeling like I learned something, etc. It made me realize that shaking things up and trying new things (in all aspects of life) is *great*. I am in such a good mood today.
And... I'm not as banged up as I thought I'd be, which is nice. Probably the worst thing that happened, as I mentioned, was catching some ice with my knees. They're probably going to be purple this week. But maybe I'm in decent shape if I can ski and board for 8 hours and not have a lot of soreness. ;-)
I didn't go any strength-training yesterday or any videos. (Does doing the crazy hop uphill with the board on count? How about doing the bunny hop? How about pushing myself to standing 1000x?) I *did* however, do very extensive stretching through the day (standing in line) and afterward... I did probably 20 minutes of just stretching while waiting for the bus. Hmm... maybe that's why I'm not sore!
BLC 21 Powerful Prism Panthers team!
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