Taylor and I went on a cross-country skiing expedition, and even though I am a complete beginner to the sport, I got Taylor's approval, and he is a former Competitive Athlete. And I am a total convert to the coolness of the sport even though, I admit, I always thought cross-country skiers were really dorky, and I still do, but in a cool way now (because, take a gander at my outfit, and tell me I am not doing my best to uphold the belief that cross-country skiers are silly nerds).
Taylor found a mound, a giant scary mound, and my downhill-skiing soul took over, and so, in confusion of what sport I was actually participating in, I gave a whoop of delight, and was off! And then I was done. Just that quickly:
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