I used to ski... haven't been for years, was fairly crap at it but that didn't stop me having fun. Have never tried and will probably never try snowboarding, the risk of broken or at least sprained wrists is too high which would be a career-limiting injury for me.
So I think I'm going to join those who prefer to drink hot chocolate on the sidelines watch.
In yoga, we have one of those "in" jokes... all yoga poses end in "asana" which is a Sanskrit (or Devanagari, depending on whom you ask) word which means "pose". So, "bakasana" is crow pose, and "baddhakanasana" is butterfly pose, for example. We also have "watchasana", which is when something just plainly looks too difficult to attempt and you prefer to sit and watch :o
For me, snowboarding is a watchasana :o
So, I doubt anyone has been paying attention to the weather in my corner of the world (why would you) but British Columbia's Lower Mainland has been hit by a blast of winter. We've been having arctic outflow advisories - predicted temperatures of -7 to -10, and there is a storm currently making its way up the west coast which is due to hit northern Washington State and especially Seattle and predicted to dump about a foot of snow. We've been getting outliers of it. Where I live, in the Fraser Valley, we have been 6" to a foot of snow. On the other hand, Vancouver, where I am currently on this %#&*&^%$!!! blasted course, has no snow, or only a dusting - and that's only roughly 45 km west of where I live. It's amazing what happens when you leave the moderating effect of the ocean (Vancouver) and get to a more landlocked area with mountains nearby (my area). And we don't usually get this kind of weather and people do not know how to drive in snow.
The drive to and from Vancouver has been an exercise in white-knuckling, because conditions are so variable and people are such bloody idiots that they speed, pass other drivers and end up doing a well-deserved spin into the nearest ditch.
After yesterday's drive home, which was Not Fun, DH and I decided I should stay downtown at the hotel which is a 60 second walk from the course. So that's where I currently am, and I'm being torn in half by guilt and pleasure. Guilt, because wouldn't you know it, today was a bit sunny and mostly cloudy but no snow. And I'm not home with JB and DH. And I miss them. And pleasure because I'm by myself in a very nice hotel room, with internet access so I can bloody MN all night if I want to, it's quiet, nobody wants anything from me, I didn't have to white-knuckle-drive home for an hour and 20 mins, and back tomorrow morning, and I have wine (which in fairness I could have at home), and I don't have to get up at 4:30 am tomorrow, and I can go to bed when I want to, which may very well end up being 7 pm, and I'm about to go out to dinner with one of the lovely women in my course (almost everyone is really really nice... if only this training were a little less crap fluffy!!)... but I feel guilty because I know JB will miss me, and I will miss sleeping cuddled up with him on one side and DH on the other.
This will be my 5th night away from him, ever.
I remember when I went to a seminar in Vancouver in Oct 2010, and stayed downtown. The first night I couldn't sleep, because it was too quiet in the room and too loud outside, and I was by myself. The second night, I slept from 8:45 pm to 10 am the next morning and barely moved all night. And woke up feeling soooooo good, and feeling so guilty because I felt so good.
Um, am I completely nuts or does any of this make sense? Don't hold back...