Rad
So, yeah, I can snowboard now, sort of. It's theoretically possible for me to get all the way down a piste without falling, and not falling became a very major issue on Sunday (second day) when I woke up and realised I couldn't move. Anything. At all. Mind you, this morning was as bad, as will be the next few, most likely; such a sudden transition from couch potato to Alpen-trash is bound to be a little traumatic. Still, I have an assortment of colourful bruises in improbable places to show off not to mention a nice colour after being out in the sun for two full days. I just wish I could do anything other than blink without wincing.

Fuck it - chicks dig it, bruises heal, pain is temporary, glory is forever!*
(Who am I kidding? I want my Mammy...)

*with apologies to No Fear.