I am not Shaun White (or Some lessons don't need to be learned)

Yesterday, my sister and a friend headed to Winterplace to conquer some fears and enjoy the snow. Because none of us had snowboarded before, we decided to give it a try. From the beginning I was terrified. I've spent most of my life a klutz, but locking my feet on a sheet of fiberglass and heading down a hill? Not something I'd ordinarily do. We signed up for lessons, got our gear and my heart pounded. I put my left foot into the front binding and glided as the twelve year old leading the class had instructed. I went a few feet and fell. I got back up. I went a few more feet and fell. I got back up and immediately fell again. I was prepared mentally to fall. Falling didn't scare me. It was the getting back up that was a bitch. I made it to the bottom of the hill, stepped off my board, thanked the instructor and went tubing instead. I turn 30 in two months and I'm scared that as I get older I'll not try new things. That I'll become set in my ways and forget what it feels like to take on new challenges, new adventures. I want to climb mountains, I want kayak, I want to watch the season finale of I Love New York while sitting in my fat pants and drinking a beer. As I sit here this evening, the only thing on my body that doesn't ache is my fingers. I think trying new things is important, but I think for the first time in my life I've learned that saying, "Hey, this just isn't for me" is okay, too. So, Shaun White I ain't and will never be, but for now I'm okay just being me.