An hour and a half of cross country skiing is always a great post-downhill shakeout.
We crashed out last night after our ski trip to Sunshine. It was almost 8am before I opened my eyes and deigned to crawl out of bed. I cooked some breakfast, had a cup of tea, and by 10am we were about ready to drive up to the Nordic Centre here in Canmore for some mountain adventures.
Our annual downhill ski trip took us to the mountains for the weekend.
I played ski dad, watching the speedy skiers race past me on most hills as I trailed behind the Kid who is still a lot cautious about her abilities — which are actually pretty solid considering she’s only skied a half dozen times in her life.
A lot of green runs, a handful of blue and one trip to the very summit of the Great Divide at about 2800m of elevation and a helluva view of the world below as the wind bellowed and we started our full decent.
I ran my last half marathon of the year in October and a summer of training followed by an autumn of faster training netted me a pretty decent time.