This mad pursuit of pleasure can be considered the blight of modern society> That’s what I told myself anyway.
After another night of coughing (chest infection) I woke up feeling awful, my husband looked sceptical as I pulled on the clothes required for snowboarding. My body felt like it was being caged: first a sports bra which neatly holds breasts flat to the chest; then base layer; a fleece, snow trousers; a jacket; gloves; the helmet; goggles and boots. The boots are awful holding my legs stiff in what must be an unnatural position. I’m exhausted before we get to the slope I gamely work through the warm up, move to the right (no the left) ….three squats if you fail to catch the fellow participants snowboard ….does anybody have any exercises they want to share? I manage to perform the tricks we learnt yesterday then I sit in the snow for too long unable to get up, the instructor comes and takes me through today’s drill. I can sort of do it, and can see his point that the first time is hardest but it’s no good I can’t possibly do something hard, I can barely stand and I return to my hotel room for several hours of coughing and crying.
When my husband and son return they say…I hope you don’t regret it I do regret it. I’m terribly disappointed in myself but there is no way. I can’t do it.
I have however found the chemist
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