As lame as this ‘07 winter has been, I’ve done a lot of skiing in the past six weeks. Here’s my assessment: these 43-years-old bones ache. The word for today, class, is “fatigue.”

I stretch, take days off, ski within my limits, just, and eat well. Yet I got on Brevent today after a two day rest, and it took me two runs to get my legs to stop screaming. And then….and THEN…I skied like a demon for four runs. AND THEN … I could barely control my speed and kept hitting the slushy piles pretty hard.

So my “ski every fucking day!” cry from December hasn’t come to pass, either for snow or my stamina. I’m still having fun though. As a friend’s Web site suggests: “go on, quit your job. You know you want to!”

Oh, BTW: I tweeked my knee. Not from skiing. Stepping off a curb.