Day one we got out on the slopes early and warmed up with a few easier runs in the morning since neither of us had been on skis in years. Sadly it had been about 8 years for me and over 15 years for Steve! After warming up, we eased into the blue runs and were feeling pretty good. We stopped for lunch after 3 hours of skiing, which ended up being a huge mistake for us. We were so tight after taking an hour off, that we were sloppy skiers in the afternoon. We learned our lesson though and did things differently for the rest of our trip.
The following mornings we cooked a nice breakfast at home, drank our coffee, pumped ourselves full of water then hit the slopes at 10:00am. We skied hard for 4-4.5 hours, averaged 18-20 runs a day, and only took a break once to use the restroom while we were out. We brought power bars with us, and this was enough to restore our energy for the day. After, we would come home, enjoy a cocktail or two while sitting in the hot tub, and then we would shower and grab dinner. We consistently went to bed early, and slept in til 8am each day (what a treat)! After dealing with Pres and his flu for 3 days before we left, I was sleep deprived and desperately in need of a vacation!
I was surprised how good I felt while on the slopes. Everything came back to me quickly and I was really enjoying myself, until I decided to push myself. You see 8 years ago when I was last on skis, I did black runs, moguls and anything else you put in front of me. But after injuring my knee, and having two kids, I decided I needed to be cautious for my own good. But then I heard a black run was groomed, and started thinking "it can't be that difficult, right??" So I went down it. It started off fine, but when I made a quick stop, but big toe got jammed inside of my performance fitted boot causing me some pain. Unfortunately, the pain only got worse over the next couple of days. In fact, my toenail is black and my big toe is now swollen and red....ouch!
Steve fell several times over the 4 days on the slopes, but that was to be expected since I was pushing him to ski more difficult hills than he was ready for early in the trip. I was feeling real good about not falling once as I entered the second half of our last day. I guess the cockiness bit me in the rear, because I was cruising down a hill avoiding all of the slow people who really shouldn't be on it, until I incorrectly guessed the direction of a snow-plower in front of me and I took her out! She lost both skis and I lost one after I slammed into her. I felt really bad, and apologized profusely, but it was technically my fault so I really messed up. And boy am I paying for it! I feel like Steve punched me as hard as he could in my left shoulder (what evidently I used to push her down with) because I can barely lift my arm above my head. Steve didn't leave the trip unmarked though. He has huge bruises on his thighs and one knee. I guess as we rapidly approach our 40s, we just can't recover like we used to in our 20s.
I guess we'll be better prepared next time, and there will be a next time. We both enjoyed our trip so much, and want to make it an annual thing. In fact, we have already talked about taking the kids with us in two years (yes, I am a type A planner)! Since we have our annual trip to the beach, we now just need to add our annual trip to the beautiful mountains! I can't wait!