How cute is my sister?
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Monday, December 26, 2011
I, champ
25th of December. Sun, snow, and most punters working their ways through turkeys, away from the slopes. Perfect conditions, then, to flex my skiing muscle.
My entourage was here, of course. Three ladies this time - Ella, mum, grand-maman.
Dad was getting a bit nervous. He said that, with just 20 months (corrected age) and no material skiing experience, I'm falling behind.
BS. Just look at me there: raw talent.
After a good half-hour doing the run, I took the team to a well deserved break. This is Crans-Montana after all. Alcohol, gossip and show-offs are never far away.
Ella got her own hot drink, too.
Second run after the break. More awesomeness.
In actual fact, my performance did attract some attention from passers-by. Mum and dad got a lot of questions about my age, previous training, etc. Mostly from other parents grappling with their 7-year old (ie near-on geriatric) children on skis. Some people shot movies. More talked. All nodded in appreciation.
Fame, at last.
Friday, December 23, 2011
An insider's guide to winter sports
Time to debunk a few myths. It ain't that hard.
First, make sure there's enough snow. Check.
Second, look unfazed whatever happens. Really important, that.
Third, always, always have a back-up plan to get you out of trouble. Or if you get bored.
Fourth, eat appropriately. Usually the kind of stuff that'll make your arteries cringe: melted cheese, dried meat, lots of butter, chocolate.
Finally, know when to kick back. There's no substitute for beauty sleeps.
Remember me when you shine on the slopes this Northern winter.
First, make sure there's enough snow. Check.
Second, look unfazed whatever happens. Really important, that.
Fourth, eat appropriately. Usually the kind of stuff that'll make your arteries cringe: melted cheese, dried meat, lots of butter, chocolate.
Finally, know when to kick back. There's no substitute for beauty sleeps.
Remember me when you shine on the slopes this Northern winter.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
How the Northern half lives
Not to put too fine a point on it, the Northern half lives in bitter cold.
An under tons of snow. About two metres at 2000m, 80cm around here. Reportedly, these are excellent conditions for my 'initiation to the white stuff'.
I wasn't quite sure where the thing was going at first. Lots of dressing up with thick, heavy and mostly movement-impairing gear.
Moon, here I come.
As if that wasn't enough, you got to strap on yet another set of appendices, called skeez.
Slippery things, them.
We did quite a bit of exercise. Well, if I'm honest, Dad did most of the lifting and running about. My mission, he said, was to stay upright.
Too easy!!
For those who've heard me recently, that picture is me saying Woaaaaaaawww.
An under tons of snow. About two metres at 2000m, 80cm around here. Reportedly, these are excellent conditions for my 'initiation to the white stuff'.
I wasn't quite sure where the thing was going at first. Lots of dressing up with thick, heavy and mostly movement-impairing gear.
Moon, here I come.
As if that wasn't enough, you got to strap on yet another set of appendices, called skeez.
Slippery things, them.
We did quite a bit of exercise. Well, if I'm honest, Dad did most of the lifting and running about. My mission, he said, was to stay upright.
Too easy!!
For those who've heard me recently, that picture is me saying Woaaaaaaawww.
Everyone agreed I did brilliantly. Felt quite chuffed, too!
I did so well in fact that I went out at night for more slippery fun. Complete with a silly hat.
Easy riding
Lovin' it!