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In desperate need of a winter sport!
Help!
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.
Padding in thick socks between the crackling fire in the living room and the bubbling pot on the stove, stopping to catch your breath in a comfy chair to watch a foreign movie, read a good book, and/or listening to some new music. Oh, and keep yourself hydrated with a glass of excellent wine or a good Scotch when crossing the finish line at happy hour! In this way, you will put on a few winter pounds in preparation for greasing up the old Schwinn come the long awaited spring. Now that’s sporting!
Hydration being critical!
My suggestion is to grab some snowshoes. We ski in the morning and then hit the trails behind our house. Gets us out to enjoy more of the snow but now with the dog. Winter can be long if you don’t play in it.
So true – need to play in it! I got snow shoes last year for Christmas. Not sure I am using them right. They mostly kick snow up the back of my jacket, so I get cold and quit.