So today I decided to cross-train. To take a bit of the pounding off my knees while thumping along like a baby elephant on my treadmill I decided to go cross-country skiing.
Now being the first time out on x-c skis this winter I expected to be a bit rusty, but I didn't expect to have completely forgotten how to wax... or ski.
I had the skis, I had the skin tight insulated leggings, I had the technical windproof shell, I had the toque on. But watching seniors gracefully swishing their way past me as I puffed, slipped, panted and swore my way up the hills was a real pride killer.
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