Foxes in the snow

Those that know me, probably wonder where I get my buns of steel. It’s probably a number of factors, namely genetics and a strict diet and exercise regime (I drink diet coke in my vodka and I dance up a storm on a Saturday night) but probably predominantly because I am a snowboarder. I can call myself a snowboarder because I have been four days in the last month and I also think that qualifies me to be “outdoorsy”.


Andrew and I decided to throw caution to the wind and go on a holiday together again. It was a bold move but we thought that we were ready. This time we did it right. We left all alcohol at home, took responsibility for our belongings and our sexual selves and attempted to behave for 2 days.


Despite getting covered in bruises and gaining a mild concussion it was a successful weekend. I am getting much better on my board and after much coaxing from the lift-men (who again gave me lots of praise and candy) I ventured past the beginners slope. Actually I ventured a lot further and got lost in the next village. I am far more confident now, but confidence just means bigger stacks maybe a little fewer in frequency.

The end of the snow season is painfully close so I fear that I will have to hang up my boots until next year. Totes devoed its over but it was wicked while it lasted. Pretty sure that next season will be a perfect time to begin our professional careers, but for now we will just have to retire as top seeded amateurs. Loves et.