Never Say Never

This was me a little while ago. It's funny because when I took that picture, I have not even learned how to snowboard. I did not know what I'd gotten myself into. Let's just say I was more into the 'look' of a snowboarder. How superficial of me? I know, I know. My segments with learning how to shred came down to being able to control my board using toes. When it came to heels, I just did not nail it. I am still struggling to. It's all fear. It's all mental and it is a lot harder than I thought- to conquer that mentality siege of "I can't." Anyways, this post is not about snowboarding. In fact it is about..skiing. Cross Country (XC). I spent good two-ish years of making fun at my bestie just because he liked to ski. Then....

Last Sunday I decided it was time. With fresh inches of powder on our ground, why not? I decided to ask my XC expert if she would want to guide me through my first interaction with skis. She agreed and the outcome? I loved it. I sure fell while going downhill a bit quickly, or while I was trying to figure out how to glide perfectly with my poles. I spent five minutes figuring how to lock my boots into the skis. (fun.) I tried to get up as I would with my board, nothing worked until I looked at the skis. And it just figured itself out. It was also a huge stress reliever for me. It was a good workout for me. I am really sore as I blog! (or is it me just not being in shape?)  I was drenched in sweat after two hours of park-hopping with my XC skis. I cannot lie but I caught myself laughing on my butt on the skis, thinking: "I cannot believe I'm on those skis actually.. sitting on it." Next time I will make sure I have my full XC gear on- snowboarding gear is just too hot. I smelt nice after I was finished skiing.


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Future XC dates are looking very sufficient ;)