I arrived in northwestern PA around 7pm on Friday night. My trunk was packed so full that not another thing could fit into it with winter fun stuff. We pulled into my Nana's driveway only to find a dusting of snow. The three of us were super disappointed, especially since everywhere around us was getting record breaking amounts of snow. I was a little pissed because we had packed all the extra stuff for the weekend.
Have no fear, within an hour of our arrival, it began to snow......And didn't stop until Sunday morning. That's what I'm talkin about!! I was really hyped up about this trip. I wanted to try my new snowboard and get some time on it before we go up to Mad River the day after Christmas. I didn't want to look like a total tool in front of Kyle and the kids. How did I do?
OMG, it's fucking hard. I'm clumsy, I mean, I broke my ankle and tore two ligaments eating nachos and walking for God sakes. This was WAYYYYYY harder. First of all, I don't like that my feet are trapped onto the board. I'd like to be able to jump ship if I start to fall. Nope, my feet are locked in. DAMN IT. I started on the bigger of the two hills, probably not a great idea. I fully expected to spend most of the day on the ground, so no big deal.
Once I figured out how to get the bindings secured in my SUPER CUTE new boots, my next challenge was to figure out how to stand up. Uhh, it's a WHOLE lot harder than I figured it would be. Then I get up and the damn thing just starts going. What I notice immediately is that I'm facing the wrong direction. In a perfect world, I'd lead with my left leg, I'm going down the hill at the speed of sound leading with my right. I try to make it change, but I fucking fall.....HARD.....FACE FIRST.... I didn't end up like Brandon with the scratched up bloody face, but damn, that sucked. Ok, well I get myself out of the damn bindings and try again and again and again...... I'm getting a little better when Brandon suggests we go over to the far side of the field where it's nothing more than a slight slope. Thanks buddy, you couldn't have suggested that like hours ago?
Over on the other side, there are some obstacles. I'm cursing my Papa under my breath for making the horseshoe pit right there, but happy that he has put bright orange piping over the stakes so that I know exactly when I'm going to hit them. Luckily I managed to avoid them. There was a slight jump in the hill that killed me every time. I was just trying to go nice and slow over it and I'd fall every time. Brandon was trying to get air going over it, I was just trying not to break my ass. Finally, after what seemed like forever, I got the hang of it. Well, the going part. Stopping, that's a whole new lesson. Sure, the kids demonstrated it to me, but I couldn't make my body do what it needed to do. Yeah, I'm uncoordinated like that. I was slightly happy when it was time to come in and have Christmas.
My goal was to get out yesterday and work on it some more, but Ev hasn't slept for more than two hours at a time in days now, which meant I was in the house dealing with him all morning. When I got out of bed, I was surprised I didn't hurt too badly. Strangely enough, it was only my shoulders and arms....WTF? Out of all the muscles on my body, those are things that shouldn't have even come close to hurting. Hell, I lug a 21 lb baby around in a car seat all day long.
I decide to bail around noon. I couldn't handle Ev anymore. He needed sleep and just was not getting it there. I get the car all packed up and realize we have even less room with all the Christmas presents than we did on the way over. I had to have my mom take all the boys clothes from playing outside home with her. We get on the road around l, making it home shortly after 4, a personal best driving time for me.
Once I get the kids and all of our shit in the house, all I want to do is collapse from exhaustion. Do I? Hell no. Because I'm allergic to cats and my Nana has a cat, EVERYTHING we took has to be washed. Oh yeah, that's right, there's no food in the house and I've got kids home from school for the next two weeks. Well shit. I get Ev settled in for the evening and head out, no kids in tow to get groceries. By the time I do that and get done with all the shit I need to do, it's almost 10 and I hurt all over.
Hello Vicodin/Bacardi Limon/SF Red Bull combination. Where have you been? I've missed having my three favorite things all together for quite some time now. Yes, I know, I am poor and I can't afford all of you in the amounts that I would like to have you, but tonight, you are all mine. Or so I thought....
I was peacefully in my drug/alcohol induced slumber when Ev woke up. DAMN IT. I was so comfy in my bed.... All curled up and warm.... I get up and get him a bottle. Back to bed. Two hours later, I do this again.....lather, rinse, repeat every two hours all night long......
Yet again today I'm living dead girl. My whole body hurts today, because it's a proven fact, the second day after strenuous exercise is the worst.... Plus, I have a sinus infection on top of it. If I could catch a break, I'd be fucking golden. Instead, it's off to the minute clinic to get some antibiotics. Maybe they'll prescribe me some muscle relaxers too..... They're pretty liberal over there with dispensing drugs. I don't feel bad, but I know I have one, without going into detail, it's pretty obvious. Plus, knowing my luck I'll be deathly ill on Christmas if I don't do anything with a quickness. There's nothing worse than being sick over the holidays, so I'm gonna suck it up and take care of it.
I'll post more about the actual Christmas celebration here in a little bit, this is getting super long, but I did wanna include some pictures of Brandon & Gavin on their boards (or their butts). I didn't get any of me, but I'm hoping to get some the day after Christmas when we go to the big rail jam :)
Happy Monday Everyone :)
My cousin Ryan and Gavin
Gavin being pissed off because he can't get his bindings snapped
Finally Gavin got going
And then he fell and quit for the day......
For some reason I don't have any good ones of Brandon. He was the only one out of the 4 of us out there that did any good at it......
2 comments:
It does sound strenuous, and I would be worried if my feet were strapped in too.
Glad to hear that you survived the weekend.
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