I love that you take on black diamond hills and run moguls. I never got to that level. The South doesn't offer a whole lot of opportunities (or close to where I grew up) for snow skiing. Until a few years ago, pickleball was my go too. I could feel the burn in my legs and arms and sleep like a baby after a tournament. My body is in a pause right now. In the summer, it's all about walking to our dock and letting myself go in the water. Swimming and kayaking make me happy! Great post! Sounds like your brother may be a little competitive.
I love your passion for pickleball. I was an avid tennis player until I wiped out my knee skiing! I wear a race to ski now but hesitate to play tennis or pickleball now. I’m wish I could! Hiking and kayaking are the best options. As long as we’re moving and outside, it’s awesome. And don’t tell my brother but he could
And that was always the difference between you and me skiing on the slopes - you were always "psyched out" from a little bump on the bunny slope. I always wanted to ski down the elevator shafts with refrigerators buried under the snow. Too bad you never caught up to my abilities - #truth is always hard to believe. Love ya sis!
I love that you take on black diamond hills and run moguls. I never got to that level. The South doesn't offer a whole lot of opportunities (or close to where I grew up) for snow skiing. Until a few years ago, pickleball was my go too. I could feel the burn in my legs and arms and sleep like a baby after a tournament. My body is in a pause right now. In the summer, it's all about walking to our dock and letting myself go in the water. Swimming and kayaking make me happy! Great post! Sounds like your brother may be a little competitive.
I love your passion for pickleball. I was an avid tennis player until I wiped out my knee skiing! I wear a race to ski now but hesitate to play tennis or pickleball now. I’m wish I could! Hiking and kayaking are the best options. As long as we’re moving and outside, it’s awesome. And don’t tell my brother but he could
Be a better skier than me!
My lips are sealed.
And that was always the difference between you and me skiing on the slopes - you were always "psyched out" from a little bump on the bunny slope. I always wanted to ski down the elevator shafts with refrigerators buried under the snow. Too bad you never caught up to my abilities - #truth is always hard to believe. Love ya sis!
Ha ha. Good to know our famous “who is the better skier” conversation is still alive and well!!! Love ya bro!!!