Defying Gravity

I went mountain boarding this weekend. For those of you who don’t know, it’s like a cross between snowboarding and skateboarding on grass with bigger wheels. And it hurts, a lot.

Actually it hurt less as I went on, probably because I stopped feeling the lower part of my body at some point during the day and the fact that I kept my balance more. I’m afraid I didn’t manage to catch any big air or pull any 180’s but I’m at least qualified to use the lingo now.

Mountain Boarding certainly induced some strange dreams though – on saturday night I dreamt I got into a fracas at any airport and ended up shoving a fat bald man repeatedly face first into a huge bucket of pick and mix until the FBI pulled me away.