Saturday

This morning I got up and wished with all of my heart that I did not have to go to my snowboarding class. I was moving around like an old woman. . .those are just wonderful mornings. I wasn't even sure if I could grip the steering wheel to drive up the canyon, but once I got moving I began to feel better. YAY! (Yesterday I went to Big 5 and managed to get better goggles and a warmer coat and something called turtle fur, which goes around your neck to keep you warm. I love it!)
I was dreading the roads, but surprisingly they were really nice and clear. The wind was not blowing either, but the snow was cold and HARD. I had to readjust my right binding back to 15 degrees. I did manage to majorly biff it today. Nice chest plant, knocked the wind right out of me. I was really slow to get up and it worried our instructor to the point that he stopped. I grimaced, a few tears got away (thank goodness for dark goggles!!!), and got up slowly. After that I was fine, but really worn out. We learned how to do 360s and how to link up our turns and also how to improve our turns and pop out of them, it was awesome!!! I really wanted to practice more 360s but I couldn't because we moved on. It was really cool when we did them but if you don't do them fast enough you end up going down the hill really fast, which for me gets scary. I have these visions of myself virtually flying down the slopes, taking out any skier or boarder in my way. Then continuing on into a grove of trees where I ultimately skewer myself and lie unconscious to wake from a coma weeks later while the world continues on, passing me by. Nice thought huh? That is why I like to go slow and enjoy the scenery. . .not your average border.
I drove down the canyon still feeling like I was on a board so I imagined that I was. It kind of felt ridiculous but it was really fun and no one was in the car with me so why not?

I did manage to get some home work done, which was refreshing and a relief. Now I sit typing and half-watching A Walk to Remember. I don't know why I'm watching it because I will either become angry or depressed or something. . . But I don't want to be bitter, so I refuse to let the anger totally over come me.

Anyway. . .that is all from me.