Something you shouldn't start when you're 40

Erica on a snowboard

We spent the weekend with our cousins in Winter Park. It was an awesome weekend with beautiful weather, free beer, drinks, snacks, skiing and snowboarding and perfect company.
Thank you Amy and Jon for inviting us!

So for the first time I decided to go outside and participate in snow activities. I have always said that I would ski or snowboard when my kids did, well Paul rented skis and boots for Jack and snowboard boots for me. Saturday afternoon it was a beautiful 40+ degrees and Paul and I headed to the easiest hill in Winter Park - after the magic carpet hill. Paul gave great instruction, that I could even understand - in other words, he broke it down to the 3rd grade level. I got up and decided to show off my rad moves. My rad moves consisted on falling right on my *ss; more times than I care to admit. I fell and Paul encouraged me to keep trying - I did. I fell again and he kept encouraging. I finally fell so many times I was crying, he was still encouraging and understanding. I finally made it down the hill and decided to get back on the tow rope and go again. My second trip was much like the first. I fell, got up, repeat. I went down a few more times before I called it quits. He said I did something called connecting a turn, but I don't know what that is. After hurting my *ss so many time I called it quits, plus it was time to pick the kids up and it was Jack's turn.

Paul pulled Jack up to the top of the ski school hill, pushed him down and away he went. No falling and with a great big smile on his face. I think having his own cheering section helped. Jack went down a dozen or so times before he decided to trade in his skis for the sled near by. It was the perfect afternoon, except for my butt. I think I need to have it amputated.

I am very proud of my son! Maybe even me too.