Whereas everyone else gets into shape for summer in order to hit the beaches, I try to get into shape in order to hit the mountains and ski. Note the emphasis on the word "try".

Yet every year I go up to ski, I am completely domainated by the mountain. No matter how many crunches, lunges, presses or runs I do, I always come back from the mountain whimpering like a scared little school boy.

And this year was no different from the rest.

Headed up to Whistler this weekend with my church group. Had loads of fun skiing with buddies and talking until the wee hours of the morning. Weather wasn't cooperating entirely but couldn't complain too much--it wasn't that crowded, and the snow was decent considering there was no new snow in the past 48 hours. If it wasn't for Mike's brilliant plan to hit the sauna après ski, I'd probably be even more sore right now. Good thinking bro!

Me thinks now is a good time for a nap.

Zzzzz...