1995 seems like a long time ago.
Beautiful day – one of a series that have made up a glorious week in Tignes.
The children finish early to get their ski school medals, so I will see if I can get a late afternoon skate in instead – My Dad’s Bauer’s purchased from Skate Attack 29 years ago cutting a hockey-bladed dash on the frozen lake in glorious sunshine…
Memories of early Broadgate days with Henry, Joel and the Canadian gang, ice, rain, Turbos and Chargers.
Young, fearless and fit.
The subsequent body battering, the self-induced, the brakes, the wear and tear. The lack of core strength from prolapsed disk, fractured pelvis and recent fractured foot meant I was too fragile and, more to the point, too scared to ski.
Strangely removed from the community motivation, skating was the answer and the first proper move towards regaining enough fitness to ride the Marrakech Atlas Etape this year. The experience has left me feeling healthier and determined to build up the strength to both beat the Ouka Monster and come back here to ski.
‘Some might say, ‘we will find a brighter day”
Bring it on.