And that is stating the obvious.
I'm not Australian. I'm not 5 foot 2. I don't have a gold medal.
In fact, I'd never snowboarded in my life. Until Saturday.
After watching several hours of snowboarding and seeing the ridiculously amazing things those athletes can do with a board strapped to their feet I decided it couldn't be that hard. I mean, come on.
I was so off base.
Don't get me wrong, I had a lot of fun. Probably the most fun I've had while falling. Constantly. And the most humbling experience - my "instructor" was maybe 14. The other people on the "beginner" hill were all under the age of 10. I made a new friend, and he was probably 8.
My biggest victory of the day? Getting myself up (without having to roll over on my stomach in a move I fondly called "the beached whale") and resuming my trip down the hill. Mind you, I made it down cleanly a few times and it felt like I was winning a gold medal.
So to all those Olympians - I salute you. Especially that one snowboarder who fell on his face. My wrists and butt know your pain.
And yes, I can't wait to go again.