60 mins cross training for me today, in the form of downhill skiing - I mean, sliding on my butt.
What an awful skiing job I did today, ha! I tried to ski runs too hard for me - bad, bad girl. It was also icy conditions, which doesn't help.
I had a semi-controlled fall halfway down a face, which I thought wouldn't be too bad, but then my ski popped off. So once I stopped sliding, I looked around for my stuff and noticed my ski running away, down the icy mountain... down, down, down... so I got up, took off my other ski and thought to walk down instead of ski on one foot

. But the "snow" was too hard and I couldn't get my boot in enough to get traction. Sliding around even more, I thought, instead of falling while holding a ski, I should just slide down on my butt. (hubby is patiently waiting for me at the bottom, watching all of this helplessly).
So, on my butt I go, ski in the lap. Excellent. Sliding down, slow at first and then faster... faster... except... I can't really stop. So PAST my other ski I go. I tossed my other ski away, rolled over on my stomach and dug my toe in and eventually stopped, now with snow all up my shirt... hiked up (easier than down!) and now have both skis and poles. But now I have to get them ON. And I think you know how the rest goes.
It ends with me FINALLY getting the skis on five minutes later, but not noticing my boot is totally loose, continuing the run only to perform the same gymnastics only a few hundred feet later. My husband is so sweet and patient...
I sat out the next few runs and thought about some of my life choices