This winter I’ve finally done something I’ve been wanting to do for three years. I bought cross-country skis and got myself skiing!
I love this sport. Full-body workout, communing with nature, embracing winter instead of hibernating from it. Well, okay maybe not a full-on embrace of winter. More like a fist bump.
I’m not the most graceful. There’s been a lot of clambering along the trails. And few spectacular wipe-outs.
Despite elbows and knees flying, I’m having a great time. When I ski I feel…free. Running gives me that same sense of well-being but skiing is harder. It requires a lot more concentration. And coordination.
And aside from this sport offering a way to enjoy the winter season (as best can be expected), the health benefits of cross-country skiing are wicked awesome.
But more to the point, I’m finally doing something I’ve wanted to do.
As Yoda said, “Do or do not. There is no try.”
Thanks to Erin and Darlene who’ve shown me the cross-country skiing ropes and not laughed at my headers… aka wipeouts… that much.