The dinosaur party was for SpeedyKate’s friend, and our apartment is now covered with blow-up dinosaurs, dinosaur flags, pin-the-horn on the dinosaur, and random hard-to-find mini dinosaur toys.
But let’s talk about skiing. In an echo of our October camping trip, my officemate and her husband (Tracy and Mike) and I met up for a little outdoor adventure. We drove to Whitetail, which is only an hour and a half from Arlington! So close! And nowhere near as terrible as anticipated!
People say such horrible things about mid-Atlantic skiing. They tell me I’ll hate it (condescendingly: Mollie, this isn’t out west, it’s really small and icy.), and that skiing around here isn’t worth my time. I understand that perspective. I have skied in many an epically awesome location, so I know what good skiing is like. But I also just straight-up 100% love skiing. Any time. Anywhere.
I’m no snow-snob – I keep my expectations low, and when offered the choice between “bad” skiing and no skiing, there is really only one way to go! I just see bad conditions as a challenge (how perfectly can you turn on bullet-proof ice? What about choppy moguls? What about dodging between out-of-control newbies?), and really only whine about the temperature, because above all else I am a Northern Californian whose winter-time happy-range is 25-40 degrees.
Saturday was Mike’s second day on snow ever and he did super-well! We started making a movie, but then my phone(/camera) died, so it will have to be continued on another ski weekend in the near future…
|Tracy and I made some bold decisions...|
The convenience amazed me the most – we skied 7 hours (until 6pm! Night skiing under the lights!) and were home in DC by 9. Just in time for me to inhale some food like a zombie and collapse into bed (you know when your body is so tired it’s buzzing? Does this happen to other people? If not then please disregard my crazy...).
And I needed the rest because Sunday morning I was up early again, ready for the next long run in my marathon training venture. I actually have a post-run recipe to share (best. thing. ever.), so I’m going to hold on the details until tomorrow or Wednesday. For now I’ll say that I had a great run, was exhausted, and finally dragged myself outside for some Super Bowl action…which was disappointing to say the least…
But luckily I care A LOT more about skiing than football, so my weekend was a WIN.