I’m pretty pissed off at my knee. My new, good habit of running is being interrupted by my left knee’s complaints and it’s not terribly fair. I tried a few strides last night and turned around, put on some shorts, and rode the stationary bike. I had a chance to do some skiing today, which seemed a horrible idea, so I put PalKid into a class and hung out with friends in front of the picture windows in the bar. At one point I went downstairs to get something for kiddo and turned to exit the lodge. Unfortunately, that which I took for an open door was a door-sized window. It was pretty solid. My thumb gave in rather than the window.
The women at the bar are really nice. They brought me a drink and a bag of ice while my friends enjoyed a good laugh.
I took my daughter skiing for the first time last week. I spent a lot of time on skis as a kid and I was hoping she’d like it. I projected ahead in my mind long weekends up north skiing with the family. I had nothing to worry about. My often-timid kid took to skiing like—like a kid to skiing. This weekend was her second lesson and she’s already snowplow-slaloming on the bunny hill.
Now if I can only stop injuring myself, I’ve got a feeling the next several winters are going to be a whole lot more fun. Next winter, up north, with a warm fire, and deep snow.