February 23-24, 2013: Hardcore Ski in Killington, VT

I decided to go skiing one more time before I start my intensive 8-month dickhead marathon training. No women, no cry: girlfriends were left home for this occasion (mine must be steaming reading those lines). The dream team was comprised of two top-notch arseholes: my Ironman-finisher, heartbreaker French friend and myself. We wanted to ski hardcore, and we did. The rules were:
- You do not take pauses / catch your breath
- You do not slow down when there are huge hideous orange "SLOW" signs OR little kids OR waffle huts, you ACCELERATE instead
- You use the lifts as efficiently as possible a.k.a. use "singles" lines / cut people off / be a true mofo
- You ski as hard as if there was a grilled baguette with Nutella and a glass of Coke at the bottom of the trail (or a WALMART if you're American)
- Only one 30-min lunch break is allowed, pee / poop / diarrhea included.

After 6 hours:
3 falls
1 collision,
5 goggle fog removals,
1 argument with a random guy,
1 weed smoke filled gondola,
1 cheeseburger and fries,
1 large Coke,
1 talk with a former Time reporter who photographed Chirac and interviewed this "dumb and arrogant Ségolène Royal",
2 congratulations about France attacking Mali (no kidding)

Needless to say, we nailed the mountain - see pics below.

1mi = 1.609km, capice?

What we've skiied on Sunday (basically the entire mountain)

Back to the hotel, a extensive, awkward, borderline homosexual guy stretching session took place. Picture below shows what it did NOT look like:

Call on me. Funny, when I go to the gym, it looks nothing like that either

ALRIGHT folks, tomorrow is my first day of training, gotta roll.