When skiing is really bad…

So far, my ski days are still under 20 and I’ve skied so little in such awful conditions. So, people could be wondering what positive value I'm getting out of it. 

The snow is hard, irregular and seems to be intent on catching my skis for no good reason, so getting on the snow appears to have no redeeming value, but then again, as some caustic sportsmen say: “If skiing were easy, it would be called snowboarding!” 

So here I am, the guy who thrives on harsh conditions, on challenges of all kinds, on the most terrifying terrain, recycling Nietzsche’s comment that “If the snow conditions don’t kill me, they’ll make me a lot wiser!” 

So, as you see, the proposition is compelling and if I want to become the real man I aspire to be, I should have the courage to go out and measure myself against the uncooperative elements. Does it make sense? Probably not, but at least it seems to be the best fight I can deliver against some unexciting ski conditions...