I remember the days when I used to head out everyday Saturday morning, often accompanied by a clanging headache, ringing around my sleepy head, wrapped in the regulation baggy warm garb that I felt marked me out as a snowboarder... cos obviously the snowboard didn't give it away.
On Friday nights I used to dream of powder. And to be fair, on a Saturday morning it often cushioned the impact as my party-night hangover crashed into the weekend.
It's been 4 years since I strapped a board on and it was a great way to kick off 2018, my second year of living more adventurously.
Last year's resolutions turned into a curse as I damaged my knee and, instead of progressing to being an ultra runner, 2017 saw me limping down hills and mountains often in pain. So this year I will continue to find every opportunity to grasp adventure in all its many guises, small or large without setting too many huge goals.
In Serbia for Orthodox Christmas (and a bit of work too) I grasped the chance to visit Kopaonik, Serbia's main ski resort. I was a little hesitant as I rode off down the first run in Kopaonik, last Friday. I was here once before in a snowless period, precisely one child ago, and I thought it was a bit poor.
But a few years later with all the lifts open and after three half-days on the snow I am happy to say I was wrong. It lacks the steepness and variety of the Alps but it was a great way to ease my knees back into snowsports and a great way to welcome the start of a new year.