Adult in Training

Ever since Ben came home and told Nanny that I sucked at snowboarding, I have been on a mission to suck less.  I started out slow, keeping to the easy slopes.  I went yesterday with Katie and Carboni and CJ.  And all of them are better than me.  I was definitely the slow girl holding up the line.  Because I am still really nervous about going fast.  Because it hurts more when you wipe out – which for me is often.  And also, I don’t really know how to “carve”.  I still like to “feather” which is like the difference between driving on a street, and idling around the parking lot.

So today Berman and I went by ourselves.  Because that way we can work at a slower pace.  And we spent the day on the beginning beginner’s hill.  Which is basically flat.  And it was raining, but that just made the snow softer when we ate shit.  It was pretty cool, since we had the entire “hill” to ourselves, which meant no one to laugh at us.  While Berman was learning basically how to get down the hill without injuring herself, I practiced carving.  Which didn’t really go that well for me.  Almost every time I went to my toe side, I fell.  And it didn’t really slow me down, which was the effect I was hoping for.  It seems to bode ill for me when I get onto a real hill.

Afterwards I went to the rink to check in with Renee, who gave me the delightful task of end-of-season hometown releases.  And then made a phone call to my other boss Lori and all I heard from her end of the conversation was “Yeah, she’s even wearing snow pants” and “I don’t know if she’d get up on the roof”.  Nervous?  After she got off the phone, she offered me an opportunity I couldn’t say no to.  Lori was going to pay me $100 to shovel her roof.  Hell yes I will risk falling off a roof into three feet of snow for $100!  I fell of the top row of the bleachers for free.

I will say this though: Should I ever own my own house, where it snows a lot, I think I’d invest in tin roofs.  At home, I don’t think we’ve ever had to shovel our roof.  And it’s shingle.  But apparently it’s not uncommon here in New Hampshire.  It’s also not very easy.  While I managed to leave with my limbs intact, I am paying for it now.  Heavy, heavy snow.  Flinging it off a roof.  While it was raining.  Awesome.  I’d do it again in a heart beat, as I am broke, but I am going to be more than a little sore in the morning.  In fact, I was more than a little sore after I lay down in my bed for 45 minutes to warm up after I got home.

So all in all, one of the most productive days I’ve had since I came back in January.  Sweet.  It’s a good feeling.