This was one of the very few moments that I was actually standing on the death device also known as a snowboard. There is a reason that young, fearless, people do this – they heal faster than old ladies with grand ideas.
OK, I am not really “old”, but I felt it after trying snowboarding last weekend. I took the lesson. I fell, then fell. Then fell. This continued for the length of the lesson. As a matter of fact, the only time I made it only 1/2 way down the lesson “slope” (aka, slight hill they teach toddlers to ski on) is when I was actually going backwards. I never did figure out how to turn around or really do anything other than fall. Four days later, I can walk up and down stairs without remembering every time I fell. The bruises are still there, but they are healing.
In all honesty, I did have fun. It was VERY hard and I gave up and switched to skis after my lesson. I was not about to spend the rest of the day trying to do something on my own that I could not do with professional supervision – except steeper hills. It was fun, and I will try it again. After I forget how many times I fell. OUCH!