Like most dramatic occurrences in life, they come along out of the blue, unexpected and most importantly uninvited. After a season long battle with my board, learning to ride it and learning to love it as a sport and a new hobby, you can only imagine my upset and pure frustration as after many weeks of it breaking my nerve, confidence and self esteem it actually went and broke something of the more physical nature – namely my left wrist!
TOTALLY GUTTED is as descriptive as I can get to best explaining my current feelings on the matter. In particular as, the fateful day in question (now commonly referred to as ‘Black Wednesday’) was a beautiful blue bird powder day with my riding being the best it had been to date. How typical that a silly fall and a totally stupid but instinctive and uncontrollable arm reflex left me flat on my ass and wanting to throw up on the side of the piste – a reaction only a broken bone can create!
So what now, I’m living in a ski resort, surrounded by mountains and snowboarders and an arm surrounded by plaster! To say the six week countdown until I am caste free and back up the hill consumes my daily thoughts is an understatement, one that is fuelled by the fast approaching end of season and a determination that I will ride again before the season is out.
Surprisingly, the break of a bone did not bring with it the breaking of my confidence or love of the sport. Strangely, the physical break has only made my enthusiasm and determination to get back up the hill and riding again stronger than ever. So without getting too deep or philosophical about what is in mountain terms a small injury, my advice to all of you out there in the plaster gang, nursing injuries and a big dose of the blues is to just suck it up, get out and about as much as possible and take joy in the fact that the next time you strap in you’ll be doing so as a much more rounded snowboarder, with full knowledge of both the passion and painful sides of the sport and your very own history with the mountain! Failing this get yourself into the nearest mountain bar for a bottle of rose and a huge helping of tartiflette!!
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