Cross Country Skiing: 'Nothing to it'
January 19th 2009 15:47
I had the opportunity to try cross country skiing with my dad this past weekend, you know, during the huge blizzard we had here in the Northeast? My dad is crazy like that, and clearly I am too because I went with him.
Anyway, I dressed appropriately for it and practiced on the skis for a few minutes in the driveway before taking off with my dad. I was a bit unsteady, but able to move along okay. I am in reasonably good physical shape, so I figured, nothing to it. Between the wind in my face and my poor balance on skiis, it was quite a workout. We trucked it around the field across the street from my dad's and then down the snowmobile trail where we encountered some hills *gulp*.
Dad kept telling me, 'nothing to it, just bend your knees and you'll be just fine'. So I try it after watching him glide down the hill as gracefully as can be. The term 'nothing to it' did not quite describe my expereince. I started out okay at first, but then came to a dip in the hill that threw me way off balance, I fell backward onto my butt and slid down the rest of the hill will by butt on my skiis and my poles in the air. My dad, at the bottom of the hill, kept trying to say something, but was laughing to hard to get a word out. I slid to his feet and threw him a very dirty look. 'Nothiing to it, huh?' I said. It took him a couple minutes to compose himself and ask if I was alright. I was fine, but I was reminded of why I never used to trust what my dad said when it came to adventures in the wild.
There never is 'nothing to it' when it comes to my dad. Trust me.
Anyway, I dressed appropriately for it and practiced on the skis for a few minutes in the driveway before taking off with my dad. I was a bit unsteady, but able to move along okay. I am in reasonably good physical shape, so I figured, nothing to it. Between the wind in my face and my poor balance on skiis, it was quite a workout. We trucked it around the field across the street from my dad's and then down the snowmobile trail where we encountered some hills *gulp*.
Dad kept telling me, 'nothing to it, just bend your knees and you'll be just fine'. So I try it after watching him glide down the hill as gracefully as can be. The term 'nothing to it' did not quite describe my expereince. I started out okay at first, but then came to a dip in the hill that threw me way off balance, I fell backward onto my butt and slid down the rest of the hill will by butt on my skiis and my poles in the air. My dad, at the bottom of the hill, kept trying to say something, but was laughing to hard to get a word out. I slid to his feet and threw him a very dirty look. 'Nothiing to it, huh?' I said. It took him a couple minutes to compose himself and ask if I was alright. I was fine, but I was reminded of why I never used to trust what my dad said when it came to adventures in the wild.
There never is 'nothing to it' when it comes to my dad. Trust me.
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