mollmeister
Ski Diva Extraordinaire
I am not talking *injury* sore or *I need a few prescription painkillers at the end of the day* sore. . .
But *good and tired* sore. A *little weak* sore. *This might be a bit tight tomorrow* sore.
I LOVE feeling that way. . . and I kind of thought everyone did. But my Dad pops *Vitamin A*
several times throughout the course of the day to avoid that feeling. A friend of mine takes the day off the next day if she feels that way.
I mean, I definitely feel that way more often as I get older, and as my kids restrict the time I have for preparation in the form of plyos and really heavy lifting. But even though it's more often and a little worse, I still love it.
I was out at Vail yesterday and I am definitely feeling it today-- and I am so happy.
Probably wouldn't have a twinge at all if I had just skied with my Dad and his instructor, but I met up with an old friend for the afternoon, and between *testing* a couple of places in the Bowls (test results = uh, didn't warm up enough to soften most of the refrozen crud, so it took a lot of leg work and some serious hopping to get down with any style) and chasing her little, quick-turning, super-speedy, ex-racer butt down firm (for CO) steeps, I am feeling it. Ahhhhhh. I hope I never stop enjoying this feeling, at least to some degree!

But *good and tired* sore. A *little weak* sore. *This might be a bit tight tomorrow* sore.
I LOVE feeling that way. . . and I kind of thought everyone did. But my Dad pops *Vitamin A*
several times throughout the course of the day to avoid that feeling. A friend of mine takes the day off the next day if she feels that way.I mean, I definitely feel that way more often as I get older, and as my kids restrict the time I have for preparation in the form of plyos and really heavy lifting. But even though it's more often and a little worse, I still love it.
I was out at Vail yesterday and I am definitely feeling it today-- and I am so happy.
Probably wouldn't have a twinge at all if I had just skied with my Dad and his instructor, but I met up with an old friend for the afternoon, and between *testing* a couple of places in the Bowls (test results = uh, didn't warm up enough to soften most of the refrozen crud, so it took a lot of leg work and some serious hopping to get down with any style) and chasing her little, quick-turning, super-speedy, ex-racer butt down firm (for CO) steeps, I am feeling it. Ahhhhhh. I hope I never stop enjoying this feeling, at least to some degree!



