my week of skiing (alternate title: ow my knees)

So I survived my first ski trip. By the end of the week, I was fairly expert at falling on my arse without hurting myself too badly. Once I figured out how to fall over efficiently, the terror of zooming down a slope out of control kinda lessened. We were really lucky - the full day on Thursday of skiing was a stunning day - some early fog that burned away in the sun, with a clear blue sky. I almost ended up skiing in a tshirt, having already shed the hat, scarf and gloves, and the jacket was completely open.

Work paid for those of us who were newbies to have a few ski lessons. The second lot I took, there were 5 of us for 2 instructors, so we got lots of 1-on-1 instruction. Rock. After that lesson I went off to one of the easy green runs, and just did it 8 or 9 times in a row, until I finally managed to get down it twice in a row without falling over. This made me feel good - I still suck at skiing, but I suck marginally less now. As a result of my suckitude, though, I now have all sorts of interesting aches and pains - my knees, in particular, are hating me.