Posted on Friday, January 28, 2011 in Uncategorized
Growing up in Chicago I loved the change of seasons. Each season seemed about three months long. Each season had its unique features and unique fun.
When I was in my teens my dad and I learned to ski. Years later I learned to snowboard. Having moved to Minnesota where winter seems to have a five-month grasp finding ways to have fun in the snow has become an important way to cope.
Snowboarding is fun and challenging. I miss the challenge of skiing moguls, but I love the spins and the multi-direction ride — regular to switch and back to regular – as I glide down the slope.
I love snowboarding.
Snowshoeing, on the other hand, was not one of my favorite experiences.
Years go some friends and I rented snowshoes.
Driving into A-Basin in Colorado we chattered excitedly.
When we arrived we strapped on our snowshoes.
We were all about the same size with the same size snowshoe.
No one seemed to have any trouble, except me.
For some reason I kept dropping through the snow-pack.
I kept getting stuck.
The worst was when I had one leg plunged deep into the snow all the way to my groin and the other flat on the ground. While trying to extricate my left leg my right leg plunged through the snow nearly reaching the depth of the other. I howled something impolite as I realized that I was now going to dig myself out of the snow while wearing my snowshoes.
I tried to cover up my feelings of humiliation with angry outbursts.
Angry and somewhat resentful I sent my friends ahead.
Let alone in my anger, shame and self-pity I sulked.
It’s been almost twenty years, but I remember my feelings very clearly.
I felt powerless!
I wanted to feel the joy of fun; instead I felt the pain of frustration.
Do you ever feel so frustrated and angry that you scream and cry?
If it helps, you’re not alone.