up until last weekend i hadn't been skiing in about 15 years. considering that i live a mere two hours from snow this is unforgivable. except, as it turns out, i loathe skiing. and snowboarding (which i've attempted twice in the last 7 years). and everything that takes place at a ski resort aside from riding the ski lift and drinking/reading/socializing in the lodge. i do not like little runs or big runs or moguls or ski parks. i do not like ski boots or having my feet connected together on a snowboard. i do not like heights (which is confusing since i love riding the lift, even all the way to the top of heavenly). i do not like pointing downhill while trying to balance. i do not like making 'pizza' to try and slow down. i do not like people yelling 'keep doing pizza! you're doing great!' none of this pleases me. and even if you tell me that once i get better i'll love it, i will still not love it. m'kay?
that said, i do like bombing down a hill on a sled/innertube/cardboard box and flying off a jump going 75 bajillion miles an hour. which we did in tahoe last weekend in the middle of the night. too bad no one thought to take a picture of me...