Back from a ski-race weekend, and no bones broken – it wasn’t for the want of trying though! – however, spandex induced, higher-speed than anticipated, schuss errors are just part of a weekend’s fun! I would have easily achieved my target if I hadn’t had to go back 20 metres up the hill for an errant ski then trudge up the hill I should have aced – still there’s always next year…
The picture below is of some silly boys dressed in 1920’s gear who made the 9.6km downhill course (curtailed due to avalanche concerns higher up the hill) with the old wooden skis and bindings – they probably still beat me. The green man is after the day before’s ‘training’ in the mist and rain (yuk!).
Fortunately I appear to have miss-placed the pics of me in lycra…..