Despite the tiredness which had ensued from a mixture of jetlag and a lack of sleep on Tuesday (after chatting to other Drupalers and drinking open source beer until the early hours of the morning) I couldn't resist going skiing with everyone on Wednesday night. being tired, I didn't want to risk downhill skiing and thought (rather foolishly) that cross country skiing would be an interesting and easier way out.
I skied a few times when I was younger but hadn't been on the piste for about eight or nine years since then, and I figured that corss country would be an easier version of the downhill skiing I'd done in the past. I was told that cross country skis are different in that they don't really have edges, though I didn't quite understand what they meant until I stepped into my skis and then promptly fell over. A few wobbles and near-falls later, I was on my way, with able guides to help me and tell me the way I should be doing it.
It didn't take too long to get going at a relative pace (at times), and it took a suprisingly long amount of time for me to fall flat on my face when I went out of control on a downhill section. Luckily it only happened once, and didn't hurt too much. By the end of it all, I was shattered but had a great time, and wasn't aching at all.
The next morning I woke up feeling refreshed and raring to go to the first session of the day. A session or two later I'd started to seize up and ache rather a lot, and it's not got any better since. Ah well, a few days of aching for a fun night of skiing sounds like a fair trade off, right?