You're out of breath from making the five-minute climb to the top of the tubing hill, thinking you’ll do this just once. You sit down in your tube and notice the guy before you quickly disappeared down the hill. You push off, 30 miles per hour snow in your face, laughing so hard you can’t make a noise. Two hundred yards later you come to a stop, pick up the tube and think, “That climb wasn’t so bad after all.”