the only thing i hate is at the end of the day when my legs are fucking noodles, and my feet are killing me, and I've got a pair of skis which feels like they weigh 1,000 lbs over my shoulder and I'm walking what feels like 15 miles to the car...in ski boots....that, i truly hate. all i want to do is collapse. but that's always after the absolute best days where i've skied my balls off, so s'all good.