My shameful thighs

Well, they always say pride comes before a fall. There I was trying to convince myself that even though walking the dog for an hour a day wasn't quite the cardio I used to do, my bum and thighs were actually quite wobble-free and toned.

Or so I thought.

Apparently, there's toned-looking and then there's just toned. I found out yesterday when I went for my first ski run in ten months, that mine are the former. OMG, as they say. I did a few easy imter-mediate runs to get used to my newly-balanced skis and boots. I hadn't been planning to attempt anything icy or steep on my first day, (if ever), but hadn't planned on being totally knackered and thigh burnt after only a few runs. In short, I am out of shape both on the cardio fitness level and on the keep your legs bent at the knee for hours at a time level.

When I got back to our place I had a lovely warm shower then went to dump my sweaty thermals in the laundry (in the basement) and almost galloped down two flights of stairs, such was the lack of muscle control. This morning however, it wasn't as painful as I'd anticipated so I suppose I'll have to go back out this afternoon. (I managed to scive off this morning by taking the dog out for a long walk, doing everyone's laundry and wrapping about 7 presents.)

I used to love to ski, but now that my teens are "dropping into" bowls and off precipices that I can't even see over, I'm limited to skiing with the Little Guy when he's not in ski school. Oh, the Ball & Chain and the teens offer to ski with me every now and then but quite frankly, it's all done out of pity and I'm not having that. I  know I've switched places with my kids on the slopes - they're the ones looking back, keeping an eye on me and asking me if I'm OK every ten seconds.

Yes I am bloody OK, thank you. Just knackered.