Well this past weekend the team had a team practice in Bear Valley. I traveled up in my car with my friend Liz. We were caravanning up with the Mom-mobile (it is the mother of SUV's.....and my dear friend Caytie's mom so lovingly lends it to Caytie when we head to the mountains to ensure that we make it safely). We had over booked the car.....so I offered to drive my car. The drive to Bear Valley was uneventful, that is until my car slide down a portion of the mountain. It hadn't snowed and I truly believed I would be okay in my car without chains. That is until my 5th attempt to get to the cabin! I had prayed up the mountain that Caytie's car wouldn't slow down, b/c I knew that my car would loose its momentum and slide down....and we did pretty good, that is until we had to start reading street signs!
Anyway, that is neither here nor there....we made it, but I had to park my car down near the cross country ski area and they had to travel back down to get Liz, myself and all the gear that we had piled into my car b/c of over packing Caytie's car with people. Really fun to do when one (me) has to use the restroom very badly! We did finally make it to the cabin and find the place that we would all call our beds for the rest of the weekend. It is a great cabin in Bear Valley.
Ski day arrived and I was very excited, but nervous b/c of my knee. We all prepared breakfast and then off we went to head down to the ski area. Once my skis were waxed then I was ready to go. They broke us off into different groups. I joined the group that had skate skied before, but that weren't experts. And to my surprise I did very well. Being on my skis was like riding a bike...you never forget. We did great drills to get started and then off we went. I was so surprised with how well my knee held up.
I definitely noticed where my weak area is and I was being careful...but I was on my skis and I LOVED IT! That day we skied close to 15k. My coaches were surprised I stayed out on my skis as long as I did. I had started the season telling folks that I more than likely wouldn't be skiing with them in Alaksa and then my first day on skis I did great!
That night I iced my knee and kept it elevated. It was a bit tender, but I was determined...mind of matter my Pa would always say.
I woke up the next morning more than half expecting that I wouldn't get on my skis.....and what happened? I got on them and skied another 10-15k. I had skied about a 30k that weekend and my knee felt great......
You all know what that means don't you......???? I am SKIING IN ALASKA! Yeah baby!
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