Well, I finally got to ski again.
Last 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 this 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).
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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Oddly enough (or perhaps not so oddly, considering where I live, I've never been skiing. By the way, after you left that comment on my blog about Straight Man on my blog, my husband picked up a used copy for us to read.
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