My attempt to be "outdoorsy"

ME = Not outdoorsy. Not athletic. I was just not brought up in a family where either was emphasized. Give my family a choice between a campground and a hotel, and they would be checking into a two double bed suite before you could say "Holiday Inn".

MM = Outdoorsy AND athletic. He loves camping, wakeboarding, snowboarding...and naturally he wants me to love all that too. So for our first vacation of 2011, he wanted to head out to Salt Lake City, UT to visit some family and snowboard.

UM, strapping my feet into a board that will barrel down the side of a mountain at frightening speeds with little to no bodily protection? NO SCHPANK YOU. My cousin had tried to teach me to snowboard a couple seasons ago, with little success. I inched my way down the bunny hill while little 5 year olds whizzed past me.

My cousins and sisters and I in front of the bunny hill @ Cypress in BC

MM, being the A-class guy he is, decided he would take me on a couple trial runs up in Wisconsin in attempt to teach me how to snowboard. So in the past two weeks, I have been to Wilmot Mountain and Alpine Valley Resort to learn how to link my turns and not faceplant in the snow before heading out to the big boy hills in Utah.

Speaking of faceplanting (which, not gonna lie, I did a LOT of), WHY THE FRACK IS SNOW SO HARD?? Where are all those fluffy snowbanks I remembered as a kid?? I might as well have been falling on concrete. And I definitely have the bruises to show for it.

I apologize for subjecting you to my pale-ass leg, but OUCH.

The worst part is, it's not even cool to be all bruised up. They're not like battle scars or anything. They just mean I'm still bad. *sigh*

At this point I'll just be happy if I can not fall off the ski lift at least 60% of the time.