Getting Good

Good is what I'm not when it comes to skiing. Today was my second day, and I have the bruises to prove it. I bumbled around at Teacup for about five miles, and then bailed out and looped Trillium Lake. It took me several years to become proficient in the wilderness, it's taken me my decade-long serving career to become somewhat knowledgeable about wine, and I trained intensely to do my first cycling double-century. And still for some reason it baffles me that I cannot just hop onto a nordic trail and look pro.