I was a devout skier back in the seventy's and eighty's, but somehow I lost my way and was led astray by other interests and priorities. Deep down, I knew I was missing the pure joy of gliding down the sacred slopes. I wanted to come back to the flock many times, but I felt I was condemned to never ski again because of excess weight and fragile bones that come with age. Then I saw the light. I began exercising, eating right, and strength training. Alas, I droped weight and got back to better shape than I've been in for many years. I then found the courage to go to the slopes, rent some equipment and ride the chair lift to the heavens. I fell a few times and was surprised these 60 year old bones did not break. The greatest gift though, was that the spark, the thrill, the excitement was just as great or greater than ever. Hallelujah, I am a born again skier.
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3/16/07 at 11:49am