Skiing

Last week while downloading my empty plate picture I came across the following two pictures I took while cross county skiing at Lake Kegonsa State Park.  It was the first time I skied the White Oak Nature Trail this winter.  I knew there was a reason I had been avoiding it.

Random tree shot.

Another.

Looking at them now, they don't seem all that remarkable.  Which likely means I was completely gassed (from my 15 minutes of skiing) and needed an excuse to stop.  If I'm remembering correctly I tried to tackle a similar tree at the bottom of a hill just earlier.  When I went down I was pretty sure I had broken a ski (it's happened before).  But all seemed intact when I pulled it out of the snow bank and I continued on. 

It was also on this day that I wore my Garmin, purely out of curiosity.  Unfortunately it confirmed my suspicions, I can in fact run faster than I can ski.  So if I ever decide to actually do the Birkie, I'll be better off carrying my skis and running rather than skiing it. Sad I am.  Skiing is hard.

It was two days later when I returned to the state park that I noticed my ski was in fact broken.  About a foot from the tip, more or less in tact, but just sort of, well, limp.  It is still skiable for the most part, but it sucks all the same.