This past Saturday I went snowboarding with the Outdoor Adventure Club at Wachusett Mountain. I was timid because I anticipated everyone on the trip to be a snowboarding prodigy, and I would be a puddle of slush in comparison. I layered up like some family party dessert, and we embarked on a pretty short ride up to the mountain. I arrived at the lodge by the foot of the trails, and I started to get really excited. The downside of the day would be eating snow in front of my girlfriend and other friends, but I yearned for even some infinitesimal level of triumph. Regardless of skill, everyone seemed to have had a great time, and surprisingly I was kind of good at it. In terms of Olympic snowboarding, I’d settle for bronze.
I don’t mind biding my time and pushing things off, I’m pretty skilled at it actually, but it was plain stupid to miss this deal.