I don't want to go back and tell all that has happened the last two years, because, hello, that would be a long post. So recent past: Farris and I went cross country skiing on President's Day earlier this week. I wish I had pictures but we left Farris' cell in the car. Which was a good thing because neither of us stayed upright for very long. I was so overly confident! I'd only been once before, at the Trickler's house, we went down their frozen canal. Easy, fun, flat. So I strapped on those skis and I felt like I was going back to my days of downhill skiing, I was so excited! Just the feel of the poles in my hands and the mountains...and then I realized that the trail was not a nice flat canal bed. No, it was more like a series of bunny hills with turns. And people and trees to avoid. Downhill skis? No problem, I would be whipping around. But cross country skis act different than down hill and two feet down my first hill I was on my butt sliding gracelessly down to the bottom. Over and over again. I did start to get the hang of it, but it was a challenge. And I loved every second of it. I think I need a back yard trail, I could definitely get up every morning and go skiing instead of jogging.
No promises, but I will try to write in here about once a week...I'll try!
