Skiing

I'm on the Western Alpine Ski and Snowboard team here at western. Every weekend, our team travels to a different mountain and skis the whole weekend. Our weekends consist of listening to music all hours of the day and night, conversing with the other teams, and making great friends. Of course, those that are old enough also engage in an activity we call Partying, but that's a whole other story.
This weekend, I spent the majority of my time walking. First I walked to the car before we even left. Then, when we got to the mountain, we had to park the car far away and walk back to the house. Then in the morning, we walked back to the car to get our snow gear. Next I walked my out of shape butt up the mountain to the chair lift. I snowboarded and did my race for a while, but later found myself walking to the lodge for lunch. Then I found some of my friends and sauntered my way back to the car. We went out again later and the whole day repeated itself again. Sunday rolled around and after a grand total of ten hours of sleep all weekend, walking was really getting on my nerves. I was so tired that every time we stopped on the hill, I laid on the snow. Finally when we got to the car, I slept most of the three hours home. Sounds like a great weekend right? haha It actually was. I met some really cool people and got to hang out with my buddies on the team. We are going out again this coming weekend and I am counting down the days. Even if it means more walking.