
Skiing with a hangover, it's just a no go sometimes. As in, today, just not happening.
Try as I might, the turns weren't good, and the head refused to enter "the game." So, I did a bit-o-skiing with Ronald, and then I headed home, to watch trashy TV on the internet. Tough Love, good show with, I feel, an interesting message. I feel that the relationship part is almost secondary, and the show really addresses finding happiness and peace with yourself. A healthy relationship usually reflects that.
Yes, so, the hangover. Haven't seen the movie, although I heard that it sucked. I could barely make it up the road, let alone down the hill. I needed a guide, and I was also demoing skis, Rossignol S7, and didn't want to scratch the bottom. I will touch on those later. The feeling in the bottom of your stomach swelling up in your throat, and once you begin to fixate on throwing up, it's all over. Every bump makes it lurch and churn. So, I didn't ski for too long.
BUT, the skies, the S7, absolutely fantastic. One of the best skis I've ever skied on. Somehow, the way I ski and these beasts happily combined. I've decided to write Rossignol and let them know that they should send me, a less than perfect skier who likes to write about the sport (among other things,) to eastern Europe. There I can write about the best ski ever.