Today was my first day in my new office.
Well, no... Because I went skiing, and had a lot of fun with my future brother in law.
|Highest I was: 2260m.|
And on skis, he tries weird stuff, just for fun.
He ski far better than me, helped me to improve my skills and made me bust my speed peak.
We tried some good skis which had for me a perfect behavior on different kind of snow. I can't wait to test the great brothers of these babies, next saturday...
He thanks me for the trip, he is really glad to let all his shit behind for a day. And I hope I'll hit the slope again with him. When he wants...
So I really had fun...
But god damn, it's was awful.
The ski resort wasn't so great, pretty small and old. The weather was meh. The snow was fucking icy, and hardly got better through the day.
Now the worst: from start to end of the day, I felt like shit. Nauseous.
Some shitty altitude effect... I felt like throwing up anytime I was standing on my ski.
At the end of the day, after the last slopes, I even burped making me puke a little in my mouth.
I didn't want this shit messing with my day, so I still practiced for 5 hours, needing some god damn rest during every run, to help me feeling a little better, agonizing on the side of the path for several minutes and then kicking my ass to ride again.
Now I feel normal and I only remember skiing like a boss and having great time because I didn't let my body deciding.
Go bitch somewhere else, you weak piece of meat.