My First Snowboarding Experience

So everyone kept telling me “Go skiing first, snowboarding is way hard”. And did I listen? No sir. And I’m really glad I didn’t. Apparently they are both so different, it doesn’t matter which you do first. But snowboarding IS harder. How do I know this? Because I did not see very many skiers falling down, but I saw tons of snowboarders wiping out. Myself included.

Don’t get me wrong – I loved it! I expected to be really terrible but I was decent. Which was especially surprising since we had 16-year-old boys as instructors. Not good. But they LOVED my bf. Because he picked it up super fast. He was a freaking natural. They were all like “You can totally do this other higher slope” (which apparently doesn’t usually happen that fast). “Oh, but your girlfriend..”. Humiliating. I had to prove to these tweens that I could do a hell-edge and toe-edge turn before they’d let me join him. Thank God I did it. But barely.

So off we go to the bigger scarier hill. I had to give myself props. I was doing it. I did fall…a LOT. I fell on my ass so much that it’s all bruised now. And I hit my head so hard twice that I blacked out. But I was doing it! And I was having fun.

How was my bf doing? Um, AWESOME. He didn’t fall at all. He started doing tricks and stuff. The instructors were all impressed and people we didn’t even know were coming up to him all like “Wow, you’ve gotten so much better since this morning, you should try this other slope blah blah.” Good for him. I mean, I’m proud of him but it’s still super annoying. You would think having a bf that’s good at EVERY sport he tries ( and I mean EVERY freaking sport) would be a turn on. And it is. Sometimes. Other times, it’s really frustrating because he rally doesn’t understand why it’s not as easy for me. And I feel stupid and inadequate and all that good stuff. And it’s SO much worse when he’s all like “I’m so proud of you babe. You’re doing great out there!” It sounds so f-ing condescending. And I know he doesn’t mean it like that. And I know it’s not his fault he’s so bad ass. But I can still be grumpy about it, right?

I just need to get over myself. I’m a terrible, terrible girlfriend and person, in general.

Would I do it again? Most definitely! But not with him. :)