The moral of the story is stick to what you know best and stay way from snowboards and recycling bins!

 

I admit to bias.  I was early teens before I got on cross country skis.  It was another 5 years before I did that again and it has not been repeated a third time.  Very late teens before I had a down hill taster and then picked it up later.  I was, however, well into my 40s before I got on a snowboard.  4 hours on a dry slope was enough.  I value my wrists.  S hung on in there for longer but I haven’t seen him being in a rush to give it a go again either.


My niece was put on skis from a very early age and is a qualified skiing instructor.   Before Covid and university, more university and still more university, interrupted the more serious pursuit of following the snow around the world, she taught in Austria, Verbier, New Zealand and Australia.  Snowboarding did not really feature until a lot more recently. 


Out in Whistler mid January to early February I hear she gave it a go, unfortunately, she fell over and got a very nasty bruise.  On her return to the UK and still taking painkillers for said bruise, she had an X-ray.  Fractured pelvis.  I am told she’s upped the painkillers! 


Now I fractured my little toe recycling a box (don’t ask) a few years ago.   It was absolute agony (I don’t do pain).  I can’t even begin to imagine what a fractured pelvis on a flight back from Canada lugging clothes, ski boots and skis feels like.  


She’s young, my guess is she’ll give it another go.  For my part I’ve taken to putting more cardboard boxes on the garden than in the recycling bin!

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