So I had my first ski day of the season yesterday at Northstar in Tahoe. Snow was packed powder. Weather was sunny. No wind. I skiied like a maniac. I was on a roll and it seemed like I could do no wrong -- until I hit some nasty moguls on one particular black diamond. Everyone needs a little reality check now and then.

The only difference between this time and the previous season is that I'm in much better shape now. Makes a HUGE difference. (duh)