The ice weasels come

When I was in high school, we took a trip to Gatlinburg, Tennessee to ski. Before we got started, they taught us how to get up in case we fell - roll onto your chest, and push up. Well this worked fine for me, until my leg cramped up. I had to lay down, nose-first in the snow until my muscles eased up. I hate the cold to begin with, so it was a pretty terrible experience. One of the girls had busted her lip on ice, so a few of them were headed back to the lodge. Sensing the perfect opportunity to kick out without looking like a total wuss, I "offered to walk them back." And yes, everyone actually fell for it and thought that I was a perfect gentleman. Anyways, I haven't been skiing since. I've never been snowboarding, but the two seem close enough to me that I don't feel obligated to try both.