Skiing

I went cross-country skiing yesterday for the first time in probably 6 years!

I've got these cool skis, given to my Mom in the '70s by a Lutheran pastor she was dating. (The skis are now mine, and she's Charismatic.) The ski boots are starting to fall apart, but they still lace together fine; and together with my "nerd glasses" and boys' Columbia ski jacket, I'm sure I was quite a sight. As I skiied around our yard and our neighbors' yard, I secretly wondered if the neighbors were looking out at me thinking what I was thinking--nerdy!

But I had so much fun! First I broke trail through our little yard, skirted the edge of the forest, then around the edges of my neighbors' yard. The second time around was easier since the trail was packed down. I didn't want to stop, and wouldn't have, except I'd promised to make Jacob dinner before he left for work.

I went out again today during the girls' naptime. At that time of day, if I think I'm tired, then I feel like I need a nap. But if I have something to look forward to, like skiing, suddenly I don't need a nap but have plenty of energy for my little venture (which, since I'm exercising, gives me even more energy for the rest of the day).

So if you drive by my house (or my neighbors' house) and you see a woman in weird sunglasses skiing around the yard, don't be alarmed.

I'm just havin' fun.