I taught cross-country skiing last night. Those of you who've seen me ski are either laughing or bewildered at this point. I'm not the most graceful or easy or even half-way decent skier you've seen. Put it this way: whenever the woman in charge of the lessons sees me, she can't help herself but try to give me some helpful pointers.
But I'm still better than most of the four or five year olds I was helping teach.
The kids were really all over the place yesterday. We were trying to teach them basic double-poling, and it was tough. They couldn't seem to pay attention, and some didn't have poles, and so forth. Chaos!
And it was cold. I resorted to the chemical toe and hand warmers, but I gave away my hand warmers when one of the kids said she was super cold. Still, my hands were warm enough by then and didn't get cold again.
The great thing about trying to teach the kids is that I also get in little bits of practice, and for me, just being on skis and sliding around, trying to do stuff (stop, turn and help a little kid, pull up some kids' britches), all that helps me be a bit better on skis. (And reminds me to be grateful that I don't have to pull up my students' britches!)
The ski club also has lessons for older kids, mostly kids learning to skate ski, and it's surprisingly helpful to me to see them start off on the trails (they quickly surpass me), and think about what I'm doing.
I think I'm BEGINNING to get the hang of pushing off with my feet. I can do it sometimes, on level areas, when the snow is just so. And then, of course, I also lose it and fumble around. Still, it's way cool when I can get it.
After the ski lessons, I called a local Thai place for take out, and went and picked it up on my way home, changing my ski boots for regular boots while parked outside the restaurant (because ski boots are more slippery).
And then I went home!
At which point, I'd inexplicably gotten cold to the bone. I ate hot food, in front of a little space heater, with bean bag buckwheat heater bags on my shoulders (you microwave them for 3 minutes, and they're nice and warm), and I was shivering. I hadn't been that cold while I was skiing, but holy cow, I was cold.
So, by 8pm, I took my bean bags and went to bed, wearing my bright orange "I'm not a deer, please don't shoot me" knit hat. (I don't think I've ever been so cold that I needed to wear a hat to bed here.)
Sometime in the early hours, I woke up again, warm and cozy, took off the hat, and fell back to sleep.
And woke up early, feeling GREAT! There's nothing like going to bed, well-fed and getting warm, at 8pm to make the morning feel GREAT!
It's pretty bright out, and I have work to do at the office (which I've already started on), and then this afternoon, I may go out skiing some more or go look for the snowy owl(s) that's hanging out locally.
Things are busy here, mostly in good ways, but busy! Soon, more posting.