Sunday, 20 January 2013

Oh-oh...

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?

4 comments:

  1. Vad härligt det låter - klart att att du ska ha ett par nya skidor!

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    1. Det tycker jag med! Dags att bli lite mer seriös :)

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  2. Shit de där nerförsbackarna är en skräck! Hehe. Bra jobbat:)

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    1. Tack! Ja, vissa av dem är verkligen skrämmande. Tur att jag inte är den enda som tycker det!

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