I am going to go ahead and admit something that will probably make me deeply uncool in outdoor circles: I don’t love skiing. Or snowboarding. Or pretty much anything that has to do with the big resorts.
That’s not to say that I hate it. I get a ski pass almost every year and I have some decent days. There are times that I finish up with a smile on my face but, more often than not, I feel like I’m just biding my time until summer comes back around and I can do all the things that I love again. Things that don’t involve expensive passes or waiting in lift lines or dealing with all those people. Skiing has always felt like a bit of a placeholder for me – something that gets me through winter.
But that was before I clicked in to a pair of skinny skis.
I have been wanting to start cross-country skiing since we moved here almost a decade ago but, for whatever reason, I never have. And, please believe, that was a big mistake!
Finally this year we bit the bullet and took a lesson (and dragged my parents along with!) while we were up in the mountains for Christmas. And I was hooked. A few days later I came home, went for a run on a snowy day and saw someone skiing on my favorite running trail. Suddenly my run didn’t seem like nearly as much fun.
Two weeks later I had skis of my own.
I love that I’m not dependent on resorts and don’t have to stand in lift lines. I love that I get in a killer workout while also enjoying the outdoors. I love that, while I usually see people, I usually only see a few people. I love that when it snows I can go right in my neighborhood. I love that I can take my dogs and my camera. I just … love it.
It hasn’t been all fun and games. Despite taking a lesson (psst … if you’re new at this, take a lesson!) I’m definitely missing some of the skills I need to do well outside of the groomed nordic centers. I fall a lot. I have trouble getting up steeper hills and my descending skills on the skinny skis leave much to be desired. But I don’t even care. Because that’s how much I love it.
I said this was going to be the year of trying new things (stay tuned for a post about a workout that is kicking my ass in more ways than I ever knew were possible …) and it’s already paid off in spades.
Welcome to my new obsession.