Remembering the fun of skiing!

Sometimes, life throws stuff at you, and you become so involved with the "stuff" that you cast other things aside. For me, one of those things was skiing. Last year, I didn't ski once. The year before, I think I went 3 times. Compare that to the previous 8 years that I used to go skiing about 10-12 times on average. Sad, isn't it.

This weekend my lady and I went to visit a friend of mine that has invited us to his ski place for over 2 years. The ride was long, and on the way up, I was second-guessing myself. I got to the slopes sometime around noon, and went skiing. I was very apprehensive about getting back to the slopes (although I wanted to go down the hardest trail on the first pass), but after two runs, it all came back. It was so much fun! Almost like finding an old friend. I skipped lunch (which in retrospect was a bad idea) because I didn't want to stop. Naturally, I ran out of steam after about 5 or 6 runs in the span of about 2.5 to 3 hours. My boots were also punishing me for not using them in such a long time, so that didn't help either. I did do the aforementioned run, btw. That was a leg killer! I wanted to go back once more, but my older, more reserved self cautioned me against pushing too much on my first time. Leaving on the meat wagon would have been a big buzz-kill...

Needless to say, we had a great time at the slopes, and during apres-ski. I was a great feeling that (as I mentioned) I had completely forgotten. After this weekend, we are definitely going to try to get out and ski more often!