My ski partner has been living in Whistler for over a month, today acting as my personal GPS, tour guide, and target to keep up with. After about three hours skiing through beautiful mountain landscapes, I found that the shooting pain tearing through my quads, and weird soreness under my knee caps were forcing me to call it a day. It was also a fresh reminder of what a pipsqueak I am.
I'll be feeling the burn tomorrow, that's for sure.
Here is a picture of me on top of the mountain yelling:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY RYAN ADAMS!!!
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