After five months of ski dreams, Jonesing over videos, and reading about new mountain developments, it’s ski season. I wondered if I’d get my butt kicked by the mountain. I always plan to exercise every day, but sometimes life, NaNoWriMo, Thanksgiving, or a thousand other excuses get in the way.
The first run usually feels awkward, but not this year.
I chose to ski blue runs (intermediate), which are perfect for pre-season skiing. I don’t have rock skis (a wrecked pair I don’t care about), and discovered thin snow cover on a steeper run later in the day. I hate the sound of skis grinding over exposed terrain. Rocks can be dangerous, sneaky, and cruel. Sometimes they turn into snow snakes which trip skiers and send us tumbling down the mountain. *shiver*
After a few runs, I hit a wall, figuratively. It would have been hard to hit a wall literally. I guess I could have plowed into the Vista Haus Restaurant at the top of the mountain after skiing down from the lift.
My muscles cried, “Please Susie! You have to give us a rest. We’re not used to this! FOR GOD’S SAKE, STOP!”
After all the screaming and whining, I gave in to them. I drove back home and passed out.
Another Wild Adventure! *snore*
Do you like playing in the snow?