Don’t Do This…

…unless you really want to go snowboarding and are willing to pay the price later.

Today we went to Lake Louise. On the way from the van to the lodge, I slipped on the ice in the parking lot, fell down and dislocated my knee. I felt like an ass. Jennifer and a nice New Zealander who had seen me fall helped me back to the van, where I sat down for 10 minutes, took two super-Motrins, and stopped cursing. Then, I got my board, and Jenn, the kids and I spent the day snowboarding on the steeps at Louise.

Tonight I’m sitting in the hotel with a bottle of Motrin, a couple of bottles of beer, a big bag of ice, and a knee like a pomelo grapefruit, paying the price of my dedication to boarding.