“You run bloody marathons?” My British snowboard instructor exclaimed as he helped me strap my boots to my rental board. I don’t normally drop my running resume in casual conversation, but when I was on the slopes ready to try snowboarding for the first time, I found myself declaring to a complete stranger that I’m a marathoner. And it wasn’t to make small talk.
Yet, there I was sports-accomplishment dropping on a Pyrenees mountain top, scared to look like an idiot on a snowboard. It wasn’t because I think running is more hardcore than snowboarding. God knows I am in complete awe as I see experienced and skilled snowboarders swooshing every which way down the slopes and I respect the hell out of that.
But I run, dammit! I don’t have to be good at anything else. Read more >>