We are beaten, bruised, tired, and I am pretty sure that I broke a rib. But we can't wait to go again.
That was just 2 hours on the bunny hill, we still are pretty bad, definitely do not have the skills for the big hills yet.
I know this is a recurring theme for us, we go surfing once, want to go every weekend. I wish we could go surfing every weekend. Ella still has her surfboard and is hoping for some summer weekends to make a drive out to the coast in Maine for some surfing fun.
I also remember swearing off athletic pursuits after breaking my shoulder, just too old to be doing this stuff anymore. To recap, I broke my toe and a rib (the same rib that I am pretty sure I broke again today) surfing. Then a little footrace in New Orleans cost me a bit of bone in my shoulder on the operating table. Enough was enough.
However, the beauty of the Olympics is their ability to inspire people. Just like Ella was inspired to teach herself how to swim (successfully) after watching Michael Phelps in Athens, Max wanted to get into snowboarding after watching the competition in Sochi. Max showing any interest in athletics was enough for me to make it happen. Even if that meant I needed to participate to do it with him. In fact, the whole family got in on the action to give it a try. The kids had never been on skis or a snowboard in their lives. Sarah skied once I think, and I have skied a few times. Nothing to inspire confidence in our ability to do this, but if our family has a motto, it is to always try, so we were going to give it a try.