Broken rib for lunch

“Who ordered a broken rib?”
“Well…there must be a mistake, I just asked for a safe ride”
“ Sorry, that’s what we have on the list today! Take it or leave….or better, just take it”
“ But I hate hurt! Couldn’t I have, let’s say, just an ankle blow to get over in a couple of days”
“ It’s on sale! It’s your great chance!”
“ Ok, if I have to…”

….and while trying a double back flip from a 4mt. drop, it happened that I fell face down on my right chest….
Was I credible? Not really, I guess. I can’t hide you anything, huh?!?
My best advice: never, never, never get off the chair-lift with your inexpert regular snowboarder friend beside you, while you’re goofy and you’re not so expert too, as it might happen to embrace her/him to stay stand while sliding, and while she/he’s doubtlessly saving her/his ass by crashing it to the soil  – no way, she/he won’t even try to find different solutions -, while falling together you see her/his edge getting closer and closer to your chest, and you can’t do anything but praying for your life and….enlarge your arms to allow it to crash as many rib bones as possible.
Don’t try this at home!

But, as what happens in life hides a secret reason  to learn something new, what I learned is: patience ( very hard to remember )for 20 days at least, without moving ( I’m gettin’ insane!), and that the chest has a role in any movement you might make, from raising an arm, to turn the neck if someone calls you, to making pooh ( it implies pushing hard and deeply breath, I don’t know which one of them hurts more ), or simply walking. It’s a way to be aware of your own body and its mechanisms, in case you had never studied anatomy, not even when you were at school.
It’s hard looking at the snow melting under the January sun, hoping to have another chance to improve, at least getting off the lift-chair, motionless cursing yourself for not having protected the ribs while you perfectly knew what would have happened. Snowboard inexperts have feelings too.
The message should sound like: never overestimate your abilities and your body, never trust your friends if you’re not confident too, always protect yourself, with everything, or even more. And mostly, be aware that rib bones are tiny, small and skunk.  And that you need a protector. Or at least, I do. That’s what should have been on the list that day, if I just knew.

…even if in a couple of months or so, while sliding with my board or riding my muddy bike on a muddy trail without helmet or protector on, I’ll be pretty sure that nothing bad could happen to me..