I'm An Eight... or Painted Toenails Won't Keep My Feet Warm.

An eight on a scale of one to eight, no less!

Yes! I began my annual YaYa Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants girlie thing on skis last Thursday.
Every year the ski school presents Chicks on Sticks, a five-week session of fun and learning on skis.
I get to giggle and ski as we tackle the steep and the deep for the next month.

The weather was bitterly cold, hovering about minus twenty celcius, although the skies were brilliantly clear and sunny.
My feet were like two numb blocks of ice after my warm-up run from the top before meeting the girls.
Much to my dismay I discovered that, although my skiing was improved, my freshly-painted toenails did nothing to keep my delicate feet from becoming frostbitten!
I was in agony as I reached the middle half of the mountain and looked down at the next few kilometres I had left to ski...

I managed to limp down the mountainside and met with the instructors and participants outside the base lodge.
Having quite a few year's experience skiing, I was put into the top group Number 8 with other like-minded skiers.

I had difficulty keeping the waxed side down in the fresh pow on Champagne Surf which resulted in a perfect 10 gymnastics routine as I cartwheeled my way down.
Julie immediately followed suit...
Sarah had difficulty making round turns and skiing slowly, so soon lost us...
Christine's dreadlocks kept getting in the way and Joy simply could not keep her pants up...

Oddly enough, after meeting with the girls, I warmed up!