Man, did I need that! I can’t remember the last time I went x-c skiing. I know it was sometime the winter of 2011. That’s two years ago. Last year? Well, first of all, there wasn’t a whole lot of snow here in the Great Lake State. Also, it was the winter we said goodbye to The Commander and I spent a whole lot of time hanging around at War Memorial and Freighter View. I did a lot of walking during that period — up and down the escarpment to wherever The Comm was. It helped me keep my sanity. Skiing? I didn’t even have enough wits about me to haul my skis up there.
Despite considerable panic on my part yesterday, we did end up driving to Houghton Lake this morning. I knew that x-c skiing was in my immediate future and I was actually *dreading* it. Could I still do it? Would I be able to schlep myself up the hills? Would I break my neck going down the hills? Would I have to struggle to keep up with the others? Not to mention that it was borderline too warm to x-c ski today. At least in my book. Would it be one of those days when it’s so slippery you find yourself slipping backwards with every glide? Would I get too hot?
I forced myself to haul my skis across the highway and put them on. I told the GG I was going to go off by myself. We had six skiers today, of widely varying levels of experience. I have a *lot* of experience but I do *not* consider myself a pro, plus it’s been a couple years…
I started slowly and even a little shakily. “I’ll just go out to the Trapper’s Cabin and see how it goes.” I got to the Trapper’s Cabin and, guess what? I was A-okay! I wasn’t winded and I was even starting to get back in to the groove! I kept going! I did the Manitou Trail. The GG caught up with me about halfway around that. He had been kind of wondering where I was. I shooed him on ahead. I was *digging* being alone, getting my x-c ski mojo back at my own pace. And I was okay! I didn’t get tired or hot going uphill. I snowplowed the downhills. But I was doing okay. I met up with the Twinz back at the Trapper’s Cabin where I re-waxed. Then I did the Adventure Trail and Rolling Hills, including the new/old “trail extension”. And then I was done.
I felt absolutely totally utterly fantastic! Like I had actually done something. Warm and almost kind of glowing. I couldn’t believe that I had almost bagged skiing today. Using every lame excuse in the book. Why? I do not know. I was not the fastest skier today but I was far from the slowest. I suspect I will have some sore muscles in the next few days but it will be that lovely “thank you for using me” kind of sore.
We have a full house tonight and The GG is hankering for a ‘hattan and things are getting loud and confusing in general. G’night! Be careful and please don’t hit black ice, whether you are walking or driving.