ytownfootball wrote: I thought I was a decent skier (for Ohio). We had opportunity to spend the weekend in Killington VT, a bunch of guys. I found out how bad I really sucked within a couple hours. Damp conditions meant that I left red and blue/purple clothing stains (overconfidence meant wearing jeans a red wool pullover) all up and down the friggin' mountain that were visible from the chair lift. I hit a mogul with my chest so hard I bent metal buttons on my pullover. I fell on my ass so hard I had a black and blue mark on my right ass cheek in the shape of my wallet. I was too sore to even party with the fellas and left the next morning.
I hate skiing and will probably never go again.
Well done, sir!
I fully expect to have my ass handed to me by whatever mountain I decide to tackle. The challenge is half the fun...but I definitely don't miss the bruises from when I first started. Ouch!