Colorado, from a New Yorker's point of view

I went snowboarding yesterday.  I’ve had two lessons so far.  This was my first time going down the slopes without an instructor.  I’m a snow bunny.  I always thought snow bunnies were cute girls dressed for the slopes, but no.  I’m a snow bunny.  Why?  I spent a considerable amount of time  on all fours hopping through the flats towards the downhill slope portion.  I’d be buried in a snow pile  and I’d have to hop out.  My hip flexors are so sore.  So is my neck.  The neck pain was all muscle soreness.  I would tense up and tuck my head to my chest when I would fall.  Like a boxer taking a punch, tensing his neck to prevent the whiplash effect that comes from taking a straight right cross to the temple.

I stayed at an outrageous 5BD 3.5 BR house in the mountains.  It belongs to a friend of a friend.  After about 3 hours of sleep I woke up thinking it was morning.  My body was fully awake and cramping up.  I spent most of the next 3.5 hours tossing and turning.  Even when I was in this half-asleep dream state I was dreaming I was tossing and turning.  I couldn’t get comfortable.  I was going to move to the floor but my friend’s dog would have started licking me.  I spent hours awake muttering to myself “please fall asleep, just fall asleep, don’t move, just fall asleep, stop moving.”  My tossing and turning was so bad that around 6 am the person I was sharing the bed with had to move to the couch.  Luckily pity was bestowed on me and I got a handful of Advils.