So, today I decided to give cross country skiing a try in my back yard. A friend recently moved to Alabama and gave us their skis. As I looked down the tiny hill that lies between my yard and park property, I stopped and thought about the very first and last time I cross country skied. It was 1982 I believe and I was hung over and buzzed. I was with my best friend and it was so much fun. We laughed our butts off as we fell over and over on the ice on the trail from the lodge to the main trail. Today was a little different. I was sober and smoke free. Of course I fell a couple of times and as I sit and type this, I can feel that I did actually do something physical today. It may sound weird, but I am really proud of myself because this morning I said I wanted to do it and then I actually did it. I was out there less than an hour, but I was out there, and I worked up a heck of a sweat, and after a few practice laps I was gliding along pretty good. Oh, yeah, I had fun too!
