The Fever
Morning weigh-in: 166#, 10% BF
Hit Blue Mountain last night, no idea how many runs but I got in a lot of skiing before they threw me out. Word on the slopes was that Main Street and similar trails on the right were "a sheet of ice, totally scraped off," so I just stayed by the quad lift: Paradise, Lazy Mile & the lower section of Challenger, and eventually Razor's Edge where I spent most of the night. It was warmer than last week, maybe just below freezing but the conditions were surprisingly good, at least where I was hanging out. Pretty empty by weekend standards (no lift lines), but the nicer weather did bring more people out than last Monday. I ended up skiing a couple of runs with two guys from Pottstown, and kept bumping into them at the lift. It was another beautiful night, and there was Sirius again; one of the dudes pointed it out, as well as a bunch of other stars, we were birds of a feather so I told them my "Dog Star joke" story. Just three dorks chuckling on the side of a mountain...
I got home around 11:00, had some black beans for dinner and went to bed. I must have worked it harder than I realized, because I had all sorts of crazy fever-dreams, like you get when work-damaged muscles leak protein into your bloodstream. Scrambled eggs for breakfast, gotta replace that protein.
That Old Time Religion: Today in 904, Sergius III became Pope, initiating what became known as the pornocracy. I guess I'd still go to church, if they still had strippers.
Fever: My friend Greg from Englishtown -- the only guy I know who married and divorced the same woman three times -- worked for his dad, and for all I know still does. His dad made Teflon products for such as the aerospace industry, buying bulk Teflon in pellet form, running it through screw pumps, extruders etc, and machining the bar stock into finished product. Part of the job was keeping the hoppers filled above the screw pumps, and every so often someone working up there would get a whiff of the melting plastic fumes. This caused a malady they called "the fever," and it was pretty nasty: sweating, dizziness, nausea; the end result was that they'd get the rest of the day off, and the next day too. Just a part of their life, and no permanent harm that I could see, but... hmmm.
Tonight is the gym, probably alterna-workout but definitely skipping the legs, then it's food-shopping night. Not sure what dinner will be tonight, but I want to have a pot roast cooking Wednesday.
One last thing: What he said.
4 comments:
I am alarmed that you ski solo.
Are there patrols should you run into a tree & get knocked out?
You must feel exhilerated though whizzing around in the cold night air.
You & your bod are certainly some good team.
The only strippers now are the ushers collecting the "tithes."
I'm not sure what you mean by skiing "solo" at a ski resort, or why you'd be alarmed by that. Suppose something went wrong, how would things work out differently if I'd gone there with someone?
At least you'd get faster response in a med. condition.
I guess I really ought to answer your other question: there is literally an army of National Ski Patrol people on the slopes. Granted, the main job for most of them is to yell at teenagers, but there's a couple of patrollers going down every slope, every few minutes I'd guess.
Also, "empty" is a relative term: there are no long lines at the lifts on Monday nights, and you're not trying to ski through crowds of other people like on the weekend, but I'd say there are a minimum of two dozen people visible to me at any given point in the evening.
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