WTF Week – Cross Country Skiing?!?
I’m not generally one to jump into new athletic activities, particularly those that require coordination like a ball being thrown by or at me. Never in my life did I think I would try skiing. It sounds like a recipe for broken bones and disaster. So I really can’t explain how I ended up renting cross-country skis at REI and joining Kristy on the shallow slopes of Como Park.
Kristy has been skiing since she was 10. She showed us the basic moves (I say “we” because we let Barney come along). I started off in the tracks and it didn’t take long for me to leave Barney in the powdery cold dust. I don’t understand how, but I caught on immediately. All my muscle groups worked together. I approached the first (very small) hill and I don’t know what came over me, but I took off fearlessly. I ended up in a pile at the first curve of course, but was having such fun I got back up and kept going. Bizarre. Eventually I even made it down the biggest hill in Como Park really fast WITHOUT FALLING. I was a lightning flash of skiing amazingness. (Disclaimer: Kristy’s version of how great I am may be slightly different.)
This is my sport people. I freaking love it. The weather is perfect too – it’s been snowing all winter so the ground is packed, but it “warms” up to 35 most days. It’s supposed to snow all week then be sunny and 33 on Thursday so we’re going again. Maybe without Barney who spent most of the time on the ground making me look good.
Thanks Kristy for rocking my world!
We’re stage hands, so we’re all still in black.