The other kind of skiing

One of my intentions for the new year was to dust off my guitar and start playing again, with the goal of learning how to play songs in keys other than G.

That hasn’t happened yet, though I did have the trumpet out a few weeks ago, which the kids found ridiculously entertaining.

But I did get out on my classic skis yesterday. I went at lunch time, knowing I’d never last longer than about 30 minutes anyway. I hoped I could get in a few miles and minimize falling. And I’ve now skied 100% more than I have in the last two years (at least). Mission accomplished, I guess?

Michigan Tech Trails, recently groomed
Michigan Tech Trails, recently groomed

One of the reasons I love snowshoeing (and why I’ll be pulling those out at lunch instead of skis) is that there are far fewer factors to consider. For one, you don’t wax snowshoes. Apparently I don’t wax my skis either, or only do so every few years while forgetting which wax is on them. Let’s just say there wasn’t a lot of gliding going on yesterday.

Glide is a good thing. Wish I had some.
Glide is a good thing. Wish I had some.

Note to self: get skis waxed properly before next outing.

And while it’s more difficult to enjoy your surroundings when you’re huffing and puffing in the tracks while wondering if your’e going around in circles and wow, you really just want to get back to the waxing shed and parking lot already, that’s not a bad thing. Nordic skiing is effort-wise right up there alongside a tempo run for me. So even though I only covered three miles, I’m going to say the workout was worth it.

During a break when I realized my boot had completely unzipped (racy!)
During a break when I realized my boot had completely unzipped (racy!). I know that looks flat behind me but it was not flat. Not flat at all.
Artsy shot from behind my new-to-me combi boots.
Artsy shot from behind my new-to-me combi boots.

Austin is less than two weeks away. I’ve accepted that I’m going to have to break the unrunstreak and get out there this weekend for some miles if I have any plans of keeping up with the other girls. I don’t want to, but I’ll do it. If only so that I’ll survive to eat my weight in chips and guacamole post race.