Running just got itself a rival for my affections. It should have been a rest day for me today, but with -8 Co, bright sunshine and a willing body, who wouldn't choose to head for the ski tracks in the forest ?
There were so many people on skis enjoying the beautiful weather, that J and I almost had to wait for an open slot in this ever-revolving Ferris wheel of skiers. Wobbly small children, elderly superstars, Vasaloppet dreamers, everyone was out on the 3 km- track, some gliding backwards on slopes, some standing still (seemingly doing some deep thinking), some flying past little ol' me struggling there on my borrowed 30-year old skis. Most were better than me, but -more importantly- some were worse than me. Ok, so the latter were mainly three year old children, but still. I overtook them!
|Most of the skiers disappeared mysteriously about half way.|
Succeeding once can be attributed to luck, but succeeding twice must be attributed to improved skills. With better snow conditions on the ground, I glided around the track twice and managed to stay upright both times I skied down the final hill. The track was whole, which made my job really easy, but it was a great mental victory to never hesitate before the slope ahead and just enjoy the breeze on my face.
When we got back to the car, I told J it was time to buy some real skis. I'm starting to feel like a real skier, so it seems appropriate. Don't you think?