In desperate need of a winter sport!
Here comes winter, and I need to be excited.
I’m not excited. I want summer. I want sun. I want long days and warm evenings.
It used to be the case that with every predicted snowstorm, we would jump up and down with joy! Yippee! Skiing!
We had season passes. We were at Gore Mountain every weekend. Sometimes we would get there at the crack of dawn, sometimes we would sleep in and ski the afternoon. The glow, post-skiing, as your face warms over a beer with friends… there is nothing quite like it. Winter sports have that apres thing that is life confirming: muscles telling you they were used, weekday stresses dissipated, and absolutely everyone’s hair is a mess.
Fast-foward through a torn ACL, through becoming parents, through teaching the kids to ski, through the kids becoming better skiers than me. “We’ll meet you for lunch, Mom!”
I’d rather stay home with a book.
How did that happen?
And what is the skiing substitute?
I am officially taking recommendations.