What does not kill us makes us stronger.
We categorically proved that I am not yet ready for blue squares, though. Also, that I ditch at the first sign of trouble.
I'm not sure this is worth the pain of ski boots, honestly. But I love the cross country bits.
Now I'm going to drink a nice glass of scotch, practice guitar, eat some chocolate, and figure out how chapter 5 of ad eternum starts.
ETA: I'm really NOT looking for unsolicited advice. Thanks. I appreciate that you think skiiing is the greatest thing since sliced bread, and I am happy for you.