This past weekend I took a little time to catch up with some old coworker friends out at Lake Tahoe, CA. Actually, more like Lake Tahoe, NV. Or both. You get the point. I haven't skiied for two full years, but nonetheless, Sean and I flew out to San Fran on Thursday, met up with Ewa and her significant other and Kathy and her significant other, and headed out of town bright and early Friday morning, reaching Truckee at a record-setting pace of 3 hours.
After renting skis from a local shop, with an employee that was just soooo stoked on everything, we had two and a half days of awesome weather and plenty of good snow (spring skiing, at its best!). Despite eating snow, face-plant style, only on Friday, I can tell you that every joint and muscle in my body is pretty much screaming for oil and lubrication. I guess that might also be related to the fact that we consumed a few tasty beverages (not a lot, I might add) on Saturday night and apparently I didn't hydrate myself before hand or early the next day. So I woke up on Sunday feeling like something was wrong, I had a splitting headache and my joints (especially my upper body) were incredibly tender. Apparently, I am suffering from dehydration. It got so bad that at lunchtime I was considering throwing in the towl on the day because I was feeling light-headed and a bit dizzy and my neck was really really stiff. It's now Monday and I still have the headache and the joint aches (not to mention a sore throat and a cough) despite having guzzled gallons of water.
But, regardless, the weekend was an awesome time for everyone. We all improved our form and style on the slopes and we all lost some money at the casinos on Saturday. Oh wait, that wasn't really fun....
I just arrived back in New York after taking a delayed (as always) red-eye back from Cali. I was lucky enough to get a little bump up to First class, which makes sleeping much easier. I actually slept pretty well, at least until my neighbor (who had the window seat) decided to get up about six times to go visit his family in the rows up in front. I mean, common. You don't need to kick me, stick your butt in my face, and wake me up six times in a five hour flight. If you wanna get up that much, switch seats with me for crying out loud and it will be easier for everyone.
I'm not kranky, really....
The J. Riley
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