Sleep in in a hotel room, then Paul brought in lots of breakfast to me in bed. Then we went up to Deer Valley and hit the slopes. I thought I would ski conservatively, but it is so hard to do that. I just love going fast. I am not a very skilled skiier (did a couple of blacks, only one with moguls, did some moguls on a double blue a couple of times, but so not graceful and not fun--you can't go fast). I am all about the thrill factor. So I barrelled down the hills against my better judgment, did a couple of small jumps and landed in very bad form (not on my face but almost). Paul went down the mountain at 3:25 (the lift we were on closed at 3:45) because the mountain was getting icy, but I did three more runs before that lift closed. Yeah, I'm lucky I didn't kiss a tree. No pain while running. My legs were burning by the end, but not the same type of impact as running so I don't think it hurt my injury. Got several phone calls from family while on the slopes and three texts from bloggers. Thanks for the happy bday wishes! I'm too old for birthdays to be exciting unless you do something fun--skiing definitely makes the sting of turning 32 less. Seafood buffet after skiing. Man, there was some seriously rich, good food. I had fruit, fancy cheeses, snow crab, dungeness crab, lobster crembrulee (which was SOOO good), two types of soup, some type of fish that I've never had before which melted in my mouth and now I can't remember what its called (starts with an "s"), seared ahi tuna, prime rib, duck, mashed yams, some type of seafood stew, baby back ribs, and I sampled probably 8 types of dessert. Definitely ate enough for a couple of days. It was decadent.
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