It was our 2nd day on the mountain - I thought for sure that the soreness and fatigue would cut the day short - I actually skied better and for a longer time than yesterday! People must think I'm deranged when they ski past me - I'm usually singing, or if I'm going pretty fast, I start laughing hysterically. Something about the adrenalin rush is hilarious to me. Peter pulls up beside me mid-run, and I'm doubled over laughing. I let out a few rebel yells today, though - when I feel like I'm flying down the mountain, I really can't help it. The only thing that would be better is to have several of my friends here at one time. Any takers?
