February 16, 2004

Sore in Sverige

My friends Steen and Dana took Cec and I out for a weekend skiing and skating in Sweden. It was my first time skiing, and, well, I think I need some more practice. I was like one of those turkeys that can't really fly but keeps trying anyway. I didn't break any bones, but I'm a little bruised and incredibly sore.

I don't mind at all though. It was so much fun to be out in the clean air and doing something physical for a change. Then to go back to the cabin in the middle of the woods and eat and drink wine and play games and just be mindless for a while. I could get used to that.

I took some pics but haven't had time to Photoshop them yet. Here's a couple of shots from my phonecam that kind of tell the story of the last few days.

Me really stressed, leaving work on Friday.

The middle of nowhere.

Me, happy in the middle of nowhere.

Me on Monday, starting to stress up for work again...

If I really wanted to portray how the skiing went though, I'd show a shot of me on my ass in the artificial snow, looking at my feet and wondering how I got into that position... Steen, Dana and Cec were really good, as were the bunches of Swedish six-year olds that kept zipping past me with easy grace. (sigh...)

Posted by case at February 16, 2004 10:01 PM
Comments

Peter, I hate to tell you this, but no matter how good you get, the six-year-olds will *always* zip past you. :)

Posted by: Deborah at February 17, 2004 02:12 AM