Skiing

I went skiing last night.

It was awesome.

I woke up this morning at 3:30 (3 hours after going to bed), in excruciating pain. Sore-ing muscles +dehydration = muscles that can't get the lactic acid out. It was... excruciating. I moved downstairs and drank water. Lots of water, a little more sleep, and a solid breakfast (followed by more water and sleep), and I am no longer sore. If I move, I am. But no longer in pain just sitting here.

Okay. Now sleep, then. Wait, no. I was supposed to type "Okay, now church, lunch, party, church." But I wrote sleep instead. My hands have a mind of their own. They are also sore.

Also, I love skiing with all the passion of awesomeness.