Snow is...falling

I am not a graceful faller. I have spent most of my life avoiding falling so I never knew. On a sled, I am a pro at bailing and not hurting myself but on a board on snow on my feet, it’s another story. I tend to fall forward. This has all brought up my one and only skiing experience when I was 11. No one taught me how to stop or fall…they just sent me down. I screamed “I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die!” and wiped out face down in the snow underneath the rope tow.

We have gotten in snowskating sessions just about everyday trying to take advantage before it goes away. Every time but once, I have bit it onto my face. I need to learn to fall back but it scares me so I lean forward trying to cushion my fall with my arms. This, of course, sends me at full force onto my head, tweaks my arms and sprains my wrists. Ugh. Luckily I make it down most times without falling at all or at least doing a stylish “run off” but I am feeling the one bad fall I do each day. The worst being when I looked up and had an audience of camera weilding hippies. I tried to head out the door to the park with the dog and a snowskate under my arm (the dog was not under my arm…50 lbs +? Uh no) and Mau grabbed the board and said he highly advised against me doing it by myself.