Skiing with the family circa 1994
Side note. but on topic. Saturday i went on a run. makes sense if you are training for a marathon. but unfortunately i have been slacking majorly in running. time just gets filled so quickly that running has to take a backseat. but saturday morning was dedicated to running. I woke up bright and early, got on my running garb, laced up my shoes, opened the front door...and hello snow! but did it stop me, no sir. I was meeting Kelsey to run, and I wasnt about to bail. So off i went into the snow and slush i went. Kelsey and I had a lovely run avoiding puddles and talking (thats the best part of running- with people- you have someone to talk to) and five miles later we were back at her apartment. But i was in the groove. I find the first 3 are the worst, but once you pass that you can go forever. So i kept going. and going. and going. until my feet were so wet that i could hear the sloshing in my shoes. GROSS. so I came home. The final mileage. 10.5. i only have to do that approximately 2.6 more times and im at a marathon.
Example of the awful slush- look at how disgusting. no bueno.
Now how does this have to relate to skiing at all you ask. Well I luckily wasnt sore saturday or sunday. or even on monday. Until i was skiing down the hill. holy moly. no bueno. but it wasnt awful, and was still a wonderful day of skiing with the pops. Oh yes and then we went back that night. two times. one day. wondrous.
embarrassing moment. we get to the ski hill and i go to put on my snow pants. oh no worries i left them home. who forgets their snow pants skiing. thats right folks. miss ellie hall.
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