The heavy, white cloud that was hanging over the mountain yesterday settled into the canyon overnight. The winds that buffeted the house all night
long have calmed somewhat, and are now just softly gusting snowflakes outside
my window. A white veil obscures my view
of the mountains in the distance.
Finally, the snow is here.
As I pull my ski socks up to my knees, it occurs to me that
this pair of socks only went skiing once last year, the day I took a tumble, and
tore a ligament in my knee. What a way to start the new year in 2013. It’s easy to remember the date of MY SKIING ACCIDENT, anyway. I was hoping by now to have made another attempt at the slopes. I've gained a new respect for gravity, and hospital bills. For now, the socks help keep my calves warm
as I trudge up the canyon during my daily hikes on these chilly winter days.
Yesterday was my challenge day. It was a personal challenge to myself, to
double my hiking time, and to see how far I could go. The time seemed to fly as I passed by my
usual landmarks…one mile, one and a half, two miles. “Goodbye, Fire Hydrant number two! I’m off to new horizons today!” I was able to climb 1,051 feet, and cover a distance of seven miles in two hours.
My friend, Fire Hydrant #2 |
My Runkeeper app helped me keep track of distance, time and
elevation. My iPod kept me from hearing
my heavy breathing. There were times I
would crest a hill, only to see a deep drop that led to another small peak. I kept pushing through. There were large patches of ice where the
snow had melted, frozen, re-melted, and refrozen. I avoided the ice by hiking along the edges
of the dirt road in the snowpack. For
once, I wished for snowshoes. My weight
would drive my hiking shoes deep into the snow.
My no-show ankle socks that I wore yesterday were no protection as the
snow slid past my calves. I tried
running “lightly” to see if that helped.
It didn’t, but it was kind of fun, so I did it any time I was in the
relative safety of the crunch snow that flanked the sheets of ice.
At the one-hour mark, I found myself three and a half miles
from home, surrounded by pine trees, receding snow, and water running down the
canyon in the creek. It was quiet, and
peaceful. I felt like such a conqueror;
not better than anyone else, but better than the person I was just a month ago,
content to sit on the couch most of every day.
It felt so good to be outdoors. I know this. Why do I forget this? Breathing in the crispest, freshest air
filled my lungs with healthy oxygen, and my soul with hope.
So today, as a soft snow falls outside, I will pull my ski
pants over my ski socks, and get ready to brave the elements. I have no desire to go another seven miles
today, but I want to be outside, to feel the chill, and watch the snow. I intend to set weekly challenges for myself
in the future, to test my limits, and reach new destinations. My ski gear has me thinking it is time to
give skiing another chance, too. There's a challenge that has been waiting to be set all winter. I will
seek to find a little more courage to make that a reality.
This weekend my favorite resort Eagle Point is offering
discounted lift tickets. I may have
to surprise my son, and take him skiing.
By writing this, I'm setting a challenge for myself. Now to dig deep, and find my brave again to
make this written wish a reality. My knee
has healed, but my spirit still carries a battle scar that is not as easily
mended. I’m finding that once fear has
served its purpose, it is time to be courageous, and move past the fear. Facing the slopes will be the best way to do
that. Here’s to bravery, and not
allowing fear to control me any more.
If you enjoy the outdoors and/or skiing, you might want to check out these stories:
Even Pollyanna Gets the Blues
Don't Think, Just Do It
Zen Skiing
Eagle Point Ski Resort: Learning to Ski as a 40-Something
Time Heals All Embarrassments
Enlightenment Comes to Some of Us Slowly
If only our spirits could heal as quickly as our bodies. All the best to you. Seven miles in two hours in the cold? Wow! Good for you!
ReplyDeleteAmy, that's so true! I signed up for a skiing lesson tomorrow to see if I can get back to a good place in my head.
DeleteSnow! I love it...seriously I love it. Have you thought about cross country instead of downhill?
ReplyDeleteI was a cross-country girl in college. Lost all of my gear in the four or five moves since then. Hmmm...food for thought.
DeleteCongratulations on your upcoming adventure! Moving past those incidents are so tough: I rolled my car down a hill last February, so I understand how moving on can be tough.
ReplyDeleteYou got this!
Kris, you know, then, the emotional baggage that comes with that. Your incident may be more nerve-wracking than mine; I can relate to that one, too. I was the middle of the sandwich in a three car pileup during rush hour traffic in the big city. I face my fears weekly on the freeway.
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