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Sun, Feb. 24th, 2008, 10:41 am
me on skis
Sun, Jan. 20th, 2008, 06:35 pm
Ski with me
On Saturday, I competed in a ski race in Talkeetna. I was so excited to get out on my skate skis. Lately, thanks to working at the outdoors store over the holidays, I have been classic cross country skiing. My skis stay parallel. My dear significant other is quite comfortable on his and therefore a decent teacher. Tonight, as it is dumping outside, I chose to ski classic because one does not need a groomed trail, quite nice. Back to the race.
I had skied to the Fairview to register a little after noon, and another race participant drove me up the hill to the starting point of the 5K and 2K. I chose to do the former because I have done one before; I thought it would be like riding a bike, you know, like a comfortable pair of jeans. As I completed the first 2.5K, I noticed that there was a large crowd at the end. I started on my second lap and realized that I was alone. It was me, the hills, and my skis. I finished five times slower than the first place finisher. I hare and boned (is that the expression) up the hills, I meandered, I daydreamed, I enjoyed the views of the Alaska Range and the Tokoshas, I was slow as molasses. In the end, everyone cheered. It was kind of them, I felt like making up excuses: "my skis need a waxing...I'm out of practice...I got lost..." In the end, I personally think that I just didn't book it up the hills as I was supposed to. I did sprain my knee skiing into town that morning, however, really, it's just me, Grace, being a bit goofy. What's that you say, everyone was done with the race twenty minutes ago? They even swept the race for me. In other words, skiers, wooshed by me after they had done their two laps and had time to rest and maybe even plan the rest of their winter while waiting on me.
Ah, Talkeetna, don't wait for me. It is funny that people here have told me to slow down, perhaps they are wishing they had not said that to me.
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