Fell on my ass
For the second time. In – what – three weeks? That perfect slam right on the tailbone. Or whatever that bone is called. I could feel it coming. It happened maybe five minutes before the end of this morning’s skate skiing lesson.
Lumbering oaf
Skate skiing lesson this evening. Quite cold but manageable. I have to say it was a bit distressing.
Skate skiing at Mooney’s Bay: my new favourite thing
I had a 90 minute intro to skate skiing lesson this evening at Mooney’s Bay ski centre and I think I’ve discovered my new favourite thing. Technically speaking this lesson was about free skating. No poles. The idea is to get the basics down – the stance, the weight transfer, the glide, etc. A perfect way to start: get the fundamentals right.
Skate skiing. I can do it. Who knew?
My mom taught me how to ski cross country sometime after I realized I was too scared of downhill skiing and before I left home. I did it a bit through high school, but never really got into it. I was able to do it, but as with so many things, if I didn’t excel at it, I dropped it.
