I am so unfit that our Wii has stopped guestimating me as an octagenarian and instead now flashes an error message indicating that someone has mistakenly left either a spacehopper/hippity hop or a large vat of milk pudding on the balance board. Added to this, I have little or no spatial awareness and very poor coordination. Normally, I don’t complain, being quite happy to blob about in bed on or the sofa. But here at the Montage Resort in Deer Valley UT (click here and weep readers, click here and weep) I rather regret that I am not shaped for salopettes and cannot manage a slalom.
My room overlooks the ski slopes and the ski lift leaves from just outside my door. All morning, I have been watching the hale and hearty riding to the top of the ridge, and skilfully skiing back to the bottom. It looks exhilarating and fun. It is one of the very few sports that take place quietly. I imagine it feels both excitingly dangerous and good for the soul.
On the slopes, there are other advantages too of course. Just take a look at this.