You have the good days of awesome, prime, goormed snow. And then you have the days like yesterday when its a sheet of ice and you use your face to stop a few times.
It sucked. I didn't want to ski. And my legs are all sore from not having good technique.
But later this year when I come screaming down a hill and cut a sharp turn only to realize I'm on a sheet of ice, I'll stick it without thinking about it - all beacuse I sucked it up and skied an hour and half on shit frozen product.
It all adds up one way or another.