Cypress Mountain

I didn’t really fall down a mountain. But I may as well have! Friday night I attempted (key word there) to snowboard. No lessons, no idea.

Boots, board, bindings, let’s go.

Merica said I’d learn as I go and I was basically pushed down the top of the mountain. I then proceeded to fall down as I could barely stay up.

I sucked. I really did! I was exhausted by the time I got to the end, I was shaking and could not wait to get my boots off, my feet were killing me.

Huge thanks to Merica and Steve for persevering with me!

Massive thanks to everyone that managed not to hit me while I lay/ sat in the middle of the mountain mustering the courage and energy for my next fall!

On reflection, I had a great time. However if you’d told me that at the time I would have never believed you. Was one of the most difficult things I have attempted. Ever.

Props to snowboarders!

I’m going to try skiing next. When I can lift my arms above my head and my ass isn’t a shade of purple!