Well, I finally got to ski again.
Friday night, as I was walking my dog, my first thought was “Hmmm….looks like almost enough to ski on,” followed by, “Great…and tomorrow’s the first day of deer season.”
Nonetheless, after considering the snowfall around my home Saturday morning, I decided to go for it. I loaded up the skis, poles and boots, called my dog, and off we went to the wildlife preserve (to avoid hunters--unsuccessfully, as it turned out).
Not great skiing by any means—3-6 inches, but wet, heavy, just clumping up. Still, I was hungry enough for skiing that I didn’t care, so on I trudged.
Yes, trudged. Although I run in the off-season, getting back to skiing always abruptly reminds me that skiing using a different set of muscles. At least I got to give them a bit of a work-out. I’ll pay for it tomorrow, I’m sure.
Something wanted badly that isn’t going well, but worth still pursuing. Has a familiar ring.
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I only tried skiing once, the end result was far from pretty. I admire anyone that can do it though, its a very hard sport . . and it is often overlooked.
I went skiing for the first time when I was really little-so little that I don't remember how old I was. But, 3 or 4 years ago, my family went up to New Hampshire to visit some friends and we went skiing again. It is very hard to ski and I remember my first 3 trips down the mountain; they all ended with me on my ass and my skies all over the mountain.
All in all, skiing is a lot of fun and I cannot wait to go while I am up here.
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