One and done! That was my official first and last attempt at learning how to snowboard.
Too bad for me, because this was actually Plan B. Plan A was "Thiiiis close" to happening. I volunteered to be Santa Claus at PetSmart. The humane society lets you come in with your pets and sit on Santa's lap. For a nominal charge, your pet can have their picture taken with Jolly Old Saint Nick with all proceeds going to the Elmbrook Humane Society. Since I was too late for this year, I signed up for next year (thanks Ken and Pam).
I happen to ski a lot with my family and figured a little snowboarding could be a good time. Bad choice! I recruited my brother to lend a hand and witness this silly event. I had no teacher, no training, no idea, and no clue. And it showed! What a pain this was! Putting on the boots, clamping them into the binding and trying to stand upright is a difficult task. This doesn't even include the act of snowboarding itself. I did enjoy a second or two before "the fall" happened. I was not going fast and did not hit a tree, yet sustained a bone bruising injury. Apparently, old man bones bruise easily. My snowboarding adventure lasted only about 10-15 minutes, but gave me a lifetime of ... "Don't ever attempt this again!"
Part II of this week will explain what happened next.
Video: My brief snowboarding career.
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