Schwooshing

 Schwooshing is when you stop and kick up a shit load of snow with your edges while skiing and yesterday I was in full schwooshing mode. I usually don't *get* downhill skiing (probably as I've done it as many times as you can count on two hands and have not exactly loved it any of those times - the last of which was some years ago) and I've certainly never schwooshed before but yesterday when we hit the Lecht for a full day (Nick, Ady and I) something clicked. Don't know if it was the expert tuition of Ady the Great [skier] who skied backwards in front of me when I screamed for help and rescued me from the horrors of the poma but by my third time down the run I was doing it on my own and grinning from ear to ear and racing for the chair lift like a thing posessed (after having a near death experience on the Poma which I swear I will never go near again). So a full day on the slopes and I can even walk today though left calf is again really stiff so not running till tomorrow. Nicks not been on ski's since 2001 and looked like he'd never been off them. I was mightily impressed!

It was sunny and/or blizzard, it was quiet, it was bloody brilliant and I can't wait to go again. Hangover today tho :)