snowboarding – KINETIC MOTIONS

December 27, 2024

Tales from a Snowboarding Novice

Why am I doing this?

I asked myself this question, over and over again this morning, after I strapped the snowboard to my feet. I had some absurd thought that learning a new sport, one in which an individual flies down a giant snow-covered mountain on a single, large board, would be a good idea.

It’s fun, I was told. Or, the learning curve is really steep, but it’s worth it once you get the hang of it. And then there was the, it’s so much cooler than skiing.

Let’s take a step back for a moment, so I can explain how I got here.

I have been a skier since I was four years old. I am comfortable on skis and can very competently go down any kind of terrain. I put my kids on skis when they were two years old, and yet somehow, all three ended up snowboarding (some younger than others). Everyone in my extended family skis or snowboards. It’s just what we do in the winter.

I love to ski, but I’m always looking for a new challenge. So I decided in the off-season, why not try snowboarding this winter?

I ask myself now, after my first full 90-minute snowboarding lesson, why didn’t I pick something easier, like chess, or fencing, maybe bobsledding? Did I have any idea what I was getting myself into?

Thanks to my sister, I was set up with great equipment, from the boots to the board. I had key padding, like wrist-guards built into my gloves, and most important, an industrial-level butt pad. That’s right, I was warned that I would fall hard, often on my behind, and that I needed the right armour to protect delicate parts.

So, I looked great this morning as I walked toward my adult beginner snowboarding class. When the instructors asked me my experience with a snowboard, I proudly said, none! I was a newbie. And my gosh, was I ever a newbie….

Putting on a snowboard, standing on a snowboard and moving on a snowboard is not intuitive. After a few more questions, the instructors figured out I’m a right-foot-forward, also known as “goofy.” That clearly was a perfect description of how I felt as the class begun.

I easily mastered the first challenges put to me. Strap the right foot to the board. Check. Place the left foot on the board just beside the binding. Easy, check. Bend the knees and shift the weight as both feet are on the board. Okay I can do this. Do 360 turns (on a flat surface) with the board. Wow I can do that too!

And now time to move. Try pushing off with the left foot behind and in front of the board. Push push glide. That worked too! Hike up, just a bit, up the hill, to start to feel how to move on the board. Hm…. That’s a bit harder. What, I’m supposed to actually move on this giant board?

What the ears hear, what the brain comprehends and what the rest of the body does don’t necessarily correspond. The very seasoned, wonderful and patient instructors showed me how to gently place my left foot on my board, look forward, bend my knees a bit and glide along a short distance.

First it took me a few minutes to get the confidence to try to move. My legs were like cement. My body seemed quite content to just stay put. One instructor asked me, “what’s your anxiety level right now?” I stood there, embarrassed, as I said, “very high!”

He laughed at me, told me to smile, and to just give it a try. I did. I relaxed a bit, smiled and let myself go. I moved two feet. I did it! I moved!

Somehow my instructors saw my accomplishment to move a couple of feet as a big deal, that I was ready for the next step – a big step: The Magic Carpet!

Surrounded by dozens of 3-5-year-old children on skis and snowboards, all of whom seemed to be flying down the hill with their 14 and 15-year-old expert instructors, there I stood at the precipice of the mountain. What is literally not even a beginner hill, really only a man-made hillock for beginners, I had to face my big fear: strap two feet to a giant board and move!

Lean on the toes. Lean on the heels. Slide. Push. Glide. Hips toward the trees. Turn! Stop! Everything seemed like a jumbled mush to me! I am a very logical person, and every instruction I was given made perfect sense. Keep my weight even and bend my knees. Deep breaths. Stay calm. Don’t panic as I start to move.

I learned today that I have muscles in the inner part of my thighs that I never knew existed. I also learned that when you are a novice, and one foot isn’t yet strapped in, you can very easily get your legs into the splits, while you, on your board, are traveling down the hill.

Pain. Searing pain.

Why am I doing this?

snowboarding — I’m perfectly happy just sitting.

I sat down. On the children’s hill. As yet another 3-year-old flew past me. Could I get past the pain? Could I learn how to glide and stop with my toes then stop with my heels?

As I sat there, looking down the hill, my snowboard strapped to my feet in front of my me, memories of childbirth flashed in my head. I was set up in the perfect position to give birth, and with the pains shooting down my legs, the memories were vaguely familiar. But I digress.

I took a short break, with my patient, and really, so kind instructor, and because of her positive encouragement, and helping hand to haul me up, I gave it another try. Back to the top of the Magic Carpet.

I didn’t always go the right direction, I fell forwards and sideways and on my behind (thank you, butt pad!), but I made it down.

I even hiked further up the beginner hill (called ABC) to learn the preliminary stages of sliding down. That actually went okay. Is it normal that hiking up is easier than sliding down?

By the end of my 90-minute class, I was sweating profusely, slightly out of breath with legs that seemed more like Jell-0. My mother picked me up from my class (just like the 3-year-olds, it’s important that one’s mother drops you off and picks you up!), and I shuffled my way back to my locker to remove my gear.

Here’s a few things I learned on my first day of snowboarding:

It’s a steep learning curve.
Doing the splits on a snowboard is a bad idea.
Padding on key spots of the body is very important.
You need to multi-task: bend the knees, keep the weight even, look straight….
Small children have a clear advantage, being closer to the ground.
I am not so young anymore, and I have pain in previously unknown parts of my body.
Success is very much determined by mind over matter. Don’t psyche myself out.

So, day one on a snowboard is complete. I did it! My level is closer to sub-beginner, I’m tired and in pain, but it was worth it. Will I go back tomorrow for my next lesson: yes!

Keep reading to follow my journey, as I write my Tales of a Snowboarding Novice.

January 30, 2019January 29, 2019

Do you want to have a Snow Day?

Some people would describe a massive snowstorm as terrible and nasty. They shudder at the prospect of cleaning heavy snow off their car, a longer commute to work and slippery sidewalks. It’s just miserable. Then there are people like me who perk up and get excited when they hear the word snow. When I saw the weather forecast a few days ago that a big storm was headed my way, my first thought: snow day.

A rather big snow storm blew through Toronto on Monday. For those of you who live in cities who get big storms all the time, sure laugh at us. But I’m sure that a solid 35 cm of the white stuff fell on my front lawn. And all over Toronto. The city was crazy and hectic. But as I sat at home and looked out my window, I saw the beauty of my neighbourhood covered in a shiny white blanket.

Tuesday morning, 6:40 am. My cell phone rings. I ignore it. Ten minutes later the phone rings again. I turn off the ringer.

My morning radio alarm goes on and they are reading out the list of school closures. I check my phone. Email from the kids’ school. It’s closed. Phone rings again and I finally answer it. The preschool is closed.

Snow day!

Yippee!

I firmly believe that a snow day is one of the greatest highlights of childhood. Every child has to experience at least one snow day. You wake up groggy from the night and your parents tell you, guess what, school is closed – snow day! The look of joy on my children’s faces was something I will remember for a long time. Pure happiness.

Stay in your pyjamas. Make a big batch of French toast. Turn on the TV and watch morning cartoons (update for 2019: pull out the ipad and click on the Netflix app). Sit back and relax.

I looked out my front window and quickly came to the conclusion that I wasn’t going anywhere either. Getting dressed meant throwing on a pair of old sweatpants and breakfast was a homemade espresso and leftover french toast.

I flicked on my laptop and did my best to hide in my home office to work. By midday I had actually accomplished quite a bit of work. There were six children in my house, including the kids’ friends and my nephew. We were settling in for a cozy day.

After they downed a few boxes of Annie’s mac and cheese, it was time to throw them outside. What child doesn’t want to run around outside after a huge snowfall? What parent doesn’t want to throw them out there after said children slowly started to trash every corner of the house?

I don’t know what the three boys did outside, but after a couple of hours in front of an ipad or XBOX, these border collies needed their run. Again, thank you tons of snow for providing great entertainment for them. My two-year-old wasn’t quite as happy. She couldn’t move outside in the waist-deep snow (ya that happens when you are a few inches under three feet tall).

As the afternoon wore on, the brood of children grew restless, in particular the boys. So isn’t it logical to throw on a bathing suit and jump in the hot tub? If you are 10 or 11 years old, sure! Minus ten (or something close to that) and a foot of snow is a great appetizer to a 95-degree vat of water.

Everywhere I looked in my house all day a different activity was going on. My older daughter was hosting a Playmobil pool party in her bedroom. My son took full advantage of his selection of XBOX games in the basement. The baby traveled from room to room, sharing her toys and snacks with the couch, the floor, her clothes and her siblings’ bedrooms. David and I switched off between work and cleaning up after the pack of kids.

On first read it sounds like the local zoo, but it was bliss. Outside it was freezing cold with layers of snow blanketing every corner of the city. And inside everyone was cheerful and drinking in every moment of this special day.

And as the sun began to set on the day, the fun continued. My nephew and son announced their interest to go night snowboarding at a local small but decent little hill – right in the middle of the city. My daughter definitely had a bit of cabin fever and eagerly went to her karate class.

We didn’t waste a minute of the day. Good food, good friends and good fun. Who could ask for more? Maybe another snow day tomorrow? My kids were quite sure of that as they drifted off to sleep. It was a great snow day, indeed, but another one tomorrow? Ah, I don’t think so.

February 21, 2018February 21, 2018

Going for Gold – Feeding my Olympic Addiction

I love the Olympics and just can’t get enough of it. Over the past week and-a-half I have fallen into a rhythm of following every moment of the PyeongChang Games. As I watch athletes fly in the air and speed down the hill I am amazed by what the human body can do. Whether an Olympian competes for gold or for a personal best, a big kudos to them all.

There’s only a few days left of the Winter Olympics, and I know that on February 26^th I will have to go through a tremendous withdrawal. I will admit it: I’m obsessed. I just can’t stop watching, listening, reading and checking my CBC Olympics App (which by the way is fantastic). The wall-to-wall 24-hour-a-day coverage fills my addiction, and I love it.

I, like so many other people around the world, suddenly become a huge fan of sports and sub-sports that I would normally ignore. I have watched hours of competition and feel like I have become an expert on everything from Snowboard halfpipe to two-man Luge to twizzling in ice dancing. Here are some of my favourite moments so far:

Canadians Tessa Virtue and Scott Moir win gold in ice dance

How can you not love this pair? They have become the darlings of not just Canada but of the Olympics. With their gold medal win in the ice dance competition, they have five medals from three Games and are the most decorated ice dancers of all time. This team’s unique style and connection with each other is something special. Even though the free skate was just 4 ½ minutes long, I could have watched them for hours. Smooth. Silky. Confident. Amazing.

Snowboard Halfpipe

This event is just crazy. I don’t understand how a human being has the ability to fly up and down this gutter-looking path. And they go many feet into the air, often upside down, flipping and contorting. We were excited to watch this event in my family as the lone Canadian competitor, Derek Livingston, trained early on in his career where we ski, at Alpine Ski Club. The person who first taught Derek on the halfpipe is now my son’s snowboard coach. No, I don’t encourage Matthew to pursue a career in halfpipe. These guys are nuts.

Two and Four Person Bobsleigh

If I am going to travel down a curvy icy track, I will choose bobsleigh any day over luge or skeleton (don’t get my started on this one which terrifies me). At least the pair or foursome is protected inside a giant metal tube. I will admit this event looks a little fun. I don’t think I’m interested in traveling the speeds these athletes do as they go for gold, but I would consider jumping in a bobsleigh and testing it out.

Short Track Speed Skating Individual and Team Relays

This is a roller derby on ice. It’s every man or woman for him or herself. You have to be aggressive and fast. A bunch of skaters jump on the ice and go around in circles over and over again, almost making me feel dizzy. Sometimes you win because everyone else was disqualified or fell. I can’t stop watching.

It goes on and on. Ski jumping. Speed skating. Aerials. Ski Cross. When an athlete performs at his or her best and wins gold I feel the excitement with them. And I just want to watch more and more. What am I going to do next week when it’s all over and the athletes have gone home? Do I go back to House Hunters and Top Chef? I guess so. Well, at least I have a few more days to enjoy the Olympics and cheer on a few more elite athletes as they go for gold.

February 12, 2018

I’m Glad that Children Like to Climb Trees

My son participated in a couple of snowboard competitions this weekend. Competition is new for him, and I told him to try his best and have fun. Competitive sports can be challenging for children (adults too!), causing undue stress to achieve. Matthew took it all in stride. He pushed himself to try something new, and I think he went out there, on the race course and terrain park, and had a good time. On the drive back to our country house, after a long day of skiing and snowboarding, in the middle of other conversations, Matthew started to talk about climbing trees, and it got me thinking.

What does a snowboard competition have to do with climbing trees, you may ask? Nothing really. But then again, as I think about it, and one thought leads to the next, they have a lot in common.

As parents, we expect so much of our children. We want them to be responsible, mature and to achieve. We push them, sometimes through competitive sports, maybe a bit too hard. It occurred to me that sometimes kids just want to be kids. I don’t know at what point during our lives, maybe it’s a sudden moment or gradual change, when we grow up. What I mean by that is, when does it happen that we don’t want to climb trees anymore?

Before the big renovation and addition that our family undertook at the country house last year, there was a huge evergreen tree beside the house. It had big branches and had grown over the years in a slightly abnormal manner. it was a magnet for all children to climb. As adults, we considered the idea of climbing this strange-looking tree out of the question. How many times did my father yell at Matthew to stop climbing that tree?

But a kid is a kid, and most kids like to climb trees. And jungle gyms, And furniture. Sometimes they climb on their parents, or poles or fences. As adults, we scorn this behaviour and sometimes look on and scream in horror. But didn’t we do this too when we were children?

I don’t ski all that fast, and when I look at the jumps in the terrain park I feel like I may have a stroke if I even attempt them. But when I was ten years old I wanted to learn how to go fast and to fly high in the air anytime I saw a jump on the ski hill. I climbed the three giant trees with my brother and sister in our front yard, usually because the adults told me not to.

I did cartwheels across my backyard and kept practicing until I could really do the splits with my legs. My brother and I played baseball and hockey in the middle of my street, and I always thought it was cool to ride my bike with no hands.

The best activity at a restaurant was taking an empty glass and filling it with various liquids and condiments within reach. Have you ever tried orange-coke-ketchup-mustard-soy sauce-salt-pepper drink? My aunt says it’s tasty!

Snowboarding at top speed, doing a 180 degree turn over a jump, and climbing trees have a lot in common. They are what kids love to do. And I love that kids, especially my kids, love to do them. I don’t know when the day will come that my son will slow down and slide through a jump on his snowboard or stare at the beauty of a tree instead of climbing it, but I hope it doesn’t happen anytime soon.

**Quick note: the airborne child you see in the feature photo at the top of the story is my nephew, Max. He really loves to fly!