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SilverStar Mountain Ski Resort Rendezvous

I found myself marching through each day of every week for the past couple of months in a routine I really cannot complain about, but I wonder if I should feel differently. Up until this past Thursday afternoon, I appreciated this normalcy that allowed for consistency in my training. Yet when I think about how comfortable I have grown to feel with arriving at the YMCA five to six mornings of every week to swim, I realized I might have developed a bit of an illness. Or, perhaps, a screw had wiggled loose. Is not this type of "love" for the pool and all its qualities meant only for devoted swimmers? You mean, I'm not supposed to get out of the pool, shower in TriSwim products meant to counter the effects of chlorine, only to dry off from the shower and slather on (I mean, coat myself in) lotion so I can go to work and still smell like chlorine?

Wow. I've grown accustomed to constantly scratching myself as a result of drying out like a human version of fruit leather. My back, however, has developed into muscle with which I have never yet been acquainted. Even so, I still have a long way to go to even remotely resemble a legitimate swimmer. I keep swimming.

This past Thursday we swam, but shortly thereafter, Bryan and I packed the car and met up with a couple friends to escape the state and find snowy solace in one of Canada's beautiful provinces: British Columbia.

We spent five and a half hours together in our new Subaru Outback (quality time, no less) to arrive at SilverStar Mountain Ski Resort for a weekend of skiing. One cannot possibly describe the beauty hidden in this small, perfect place that Bryan and I first learned about when we attended the Supercamp held here last year. Not a single moment of these past three days of skiing have we not felt elated by the potential to explore the 100 kilometers of perfectly groomed trails and scenery made possible by efficient groomers and clear skies, respectively. Though our bodies (particularly my feet) perhaps feel otherwise.

On this Sunday evening, I feel accomplished to have ticked off nearly every trail we had the potential to ski. Yet even after having had the time to carve our way across the trails at both SilverStar and Sovereign Lake Nordic Center, we anticipate we will have just enough time tomorrow morning to eek out another hour and a half of skiing before we depart for home. (I hear my feet screaming at me as I type this).

If I learned one fact this past weekend, I will admit my renewed appreciation for strong feet. While I will not discount how well skate skiing targets the hip abductors, glutes, core, and latissimus, I will give complete, one hundred percent, credit to this sport for my sorenesses. The demands on my feet required just to stay upright and glide on each ski, I have never simulated with any other endeavor. For that alone, I am grateful. Now, I can return home and continue to rehabilitate my ankle, find rejuvenated motivation to return to my chlorinated sanctuary, and continue to eat my way toward the goals I have established for this stellar year of 2018.

Cheers!







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