Our skiing/snowboarding group on Saturday consisted of me, Bertrand, our friend David, and my dad. As the day moved forward, I, the youngest got tired first and quit early. I dropped off my stuff at the car, took off my boots, and headed back to the Village for a cup of coffee. An hour later, David, the next youngest called me and joined me for coffee. The two older guys of the bunch kept going and going. At the end of the day, they met us...only because Bertrand got tired. My dad was still full of energy and ready to keep going while the rest of us youngin's were pooped and our muscles were strained.
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