The best medicine

I’ve spent the last couple of weeks out of commission with a really nasty flu. My immune system, which had a very rough 2012, clearly isn’t ready to start fighting back yet.

I’d made plans for a Saturday ski trip to Whistler, and was coming around just enough for it to feel like a possibility. I did worry that it wasn’t an entirely wise one, but in the end it turned out to be the best thing I could have done. I spent the day wrapped up warm against a biting cold, skiing easy groomers and chalky bowls beneath a clear blue sky. And by the time the lifts stopped turning, I felt a million times better.


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