My child has a race face.
Mallory was in the cookie race again. No idea how she finished overall but she headed out strongly. I saw here smoke someone else from her heat climbing the hill and she tells me she came in second of all the girls she started with.
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.
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.
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.