Morning, chickies.
All my chatter about cross-country skiing in cold temps gave me the x-country ski itch. So, yesterday I rented some skiis (my old skiis delaminated and bit the dust about 3 moves ago) and went toodling around the local arboretum and golf course. Some observations:
- cross-country skiing really is like riding a bicycle. I haven't skied for years, but I felt "at home" on the skinny skiis. Was pleased to find that within a few minutes, my muscles had "remembered" how to ski-skate, do skate turns, snowplow without doing a face plant, etc.
- that being said, I made my share of stitz-marks, and I'm sure I didn't set any records for speed or distance.
- golf courses made for good, if somewhat boring, ungroomed skiing. Arboretums suffer from the problem of too many plants!

- I'm sore this morning. Cross-country skiing, particularly skating techniques, are murder on the quads and glutes.
I need more coffee, and I can hear The Boy rustling around upstairs. (No school because of MLK day.) Off I go.
Be strong,
Kim