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For many, après-ski means party time. Have a few drinks, warm food and laugh with friends about the day on the slopes. For moi, après-ski refers to the moment in time when I slather
Spring Chicken Muscle Rub from head-to-toe and whine about how out of shape I am. I ain't a spring chicken anymore. This rub is also perfect après-shoveling, which I think I'll be doing tomorrow. Whine.