The analogy came to me when I was struggling. Fizzled pop, stuck at the back of the fridge, no longer with any bubbles or taste. That’s what my
legs were today. The muscle memory, the usual elasticity and strength seemed to have deserted them. Carving every turn seemed like a momentous task.
The company was good, the skies bright blue. It wasn’t that the joy of skiing was gone just that the body said enough. The runs were full of groomer tracks and edgy spots and once I took a slip slide on my right leg the writing was on the wall. A lunch break was necessary.
I often hit my stride, so to speak, in the afternoon. I’ve warmed up and can get into the rhythm and joy of skiing. But … 2 runs into the afternoon today left me like that opened can of pop. We called it quits on the 3rd run and headed down for a Mayan hot chocolate. Which was fabulous and a benefit of quitting before they closed. The hour spent chilling out at the Bean Pod somewhat rejuvenated my spirit at having to pull my other half off the slopes before his body was ready.
A late afternoon beer on the deck. Some quiet time enjoying a book. A mountain sunset in the east. An easy and delicious supper and some binge watching of Netflix “The Crown”. Just what my body ordered.I’m not going to lament getting older but I am glad that I listened to my body and didn’t push past where it didn’t want to go. Determination can only take you so far some days. The positive take away is that there needs to be a re-balancing and I recognized that.