Here is a picture of a wind chilled woman. Who has finally conquered a red run for the first time in 8 years. Who on her first attempt down it panicked and fell over, and had to be picked up by her instructor. Who then went up, later on in the day, on her tod, as the light began to fade, and skied down in control, without crossing her skis, or falling over, or bursting into tears.
Here is a woman who took great pleasure in screaming at the top of her lungs “Up yours [The Anthropologist]!” while she skied and enjoyed herself and unblocked a pretty enormous mental block.