A good tired

Well, actually I'm pooped, after two days of skiing for a couple of hours each day on a trail familiar to us as bicyclists (it was challenging last summer, too). 

There was a LOT more uphill on both sides of this trail. Yesterday, we went up from the interior of the park, today from the Saint Fabien-sur-Mer side.

Heading uphill

Today, about an hour into our skiing time, I felt totally exhausted.   Returning down the trail, I realized why. 

There was a lot of uphill, meaning a lot more effort for arms and shoulders, not my genetic strong suite, but hey, I'm building up?  Uh, I did go to work out on weight-machines all fall at the Y.  Hmm, I'm still wimpy, I guess.

Lots of inspiration out there to keep it up!






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  1. The last thing I would call a woman who does all you do, in those temperatures no less, is wimpy. You are a brave strong woman daring to enjoy the cold and beauty of your winter home. Enjoy my friend.

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    1. Thanks for the affirmation, Lauren! You're right, I'm really not wimpy, all things considered, and I do try to put myself out there for many things, in spite of being often apprehensive and anxious about it -- it's almost always a good thing.

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  2. As my Aussie friends would say Goodonya!

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    1. What a great phrase! I didn't know it, so looked it up--makes sense.

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  3. I'd say you are a hardy soul.

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