It's October now, and that means . . . winter is coming.
Okay, so I've never watched "Game of Thrones." I'm a frequent-enough visitor of the internet to get many of the references though.
Anyways, winter. This year I've been having the totally not-normal desire to go snowboarding (not normal for me; totally normal for other people). The thing is, I have no idea WHY I'm having this desire. I can probably count on one hand the times I've gone snowboarding in my life. Skiing is a little bit more, but all of those times happened when I was a little kid. My skiing memories come down to: complaining about my boots not fitting right, crossing the front of my skiis more than I would like to admit, being cold, thermal underwear, snowveralls (oh, I just came up with a name for those things!), not knowing what to do with my poles, and one distinct memory of my father taking me on a very steep run, where I promptly sat down and scooted my way down the entire hill. Oh, and being on a ski trip when Sonny Bono skiied into a tree and died. I'm not sure how real that last memory is though; I have a penchant for fabricating memories.
My snowboarding memories are a bit better, since I was a little bit older and boys were involved. The first time I ever snowboarded a boy that I had a crush on convinced me to get clip-ons instead of bindings. Stupid, stupid Spotalotamus. I spent the majority of that day on the bunny hill trying to get my stupid boots to attach to the stupid snowboard because the stupid ice kept building up on top of the stupid clips and...I have some issues with clip-ons. Oh, and he also convinced me that I was "goofy" (snowboarding term, not mental capacity). The next time I went snowboarding was with another boy I had a crush on. He convinced me to use bindings and that I was "regular" (left foot forward). This second time was a much better experience, but I kept switching my stance mid-run. I would start off regular, then feel unsafe and switch to goofy, then feel unsafe again and switch to regular. Actually, in the...four (?) times that I've gone snowboarding, I've never really figured out if I'm goofy or regular. What I do know is that I'm slow, I can't toe-grind, and I have a knack for running into little kids (okay, it happened once, and they didn't fall over).
So that is why I am so confused about my sudden interest in snowboarding again. Maybe it's my almost-never-used snowboarding outfit crying out to me. Maybe it's the need to get an adrenaline rush since I don't know anyone with horses out here. Maybe it's that I really like semi-squatting because of kickboxing. I have no idea. What I do know is that I am too poor to be a snowboarder right now, the only board I kind of own is at my parents' house the next state over (and it doesn't have bindings), and The Man is way too busy to go snowboarding with me. Case in point: it's 3pm on a Saturday, and I've seen him for a total of 30 minutes.
I'm probably not going snowboarding this year. Maybe next year.
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