In a word, tired. Oh, and sore. But happy!
Brandon and I went skiing today up at Winter Park which is becoming our new Valentine's Day tradition. Unfortunately, it also fell on President's Day weekend this year (one of the two busiest ski weekends of the year) so it was a little crowded, but we still had a ton of fun.
We were able to rent out demo skis (so the parabolic skis that are all the rage; so hard to find regular old skis anymore) and try those out which is good, since we hope to buy our own later this year. Maybe. They're expensive. They also didn't take that long getting used to, so that was helpful.
Anyway, my brain is mush and I really just kind of want to sleep, so I'll keep this short. I don't know whether a.) I'm in marginally better shape; b.) because it wasn't my first time skiing in 12 years like last time; or c.) I experienced some placebo effect of feeling awesome because of actual freaking ski clothes, but it didn't take me long to get used to carving up the hill this year. Brandon and I even skied some actual moguls this year which is just crazy talk. We also didn't pass out on the train ride home, either.
Still, super super fun and, if it weren't so damned expensive/far away, something I'd so like to do more often.
Pictures tomorrow! Hopefully.