Two weeks ago cross-country skis showed up. Last night dog harnesses showed up. This afternoon I almost broke my leg. Novice skier with two, not one, dogs pulling as hard as they can is ok. Dog popping a squat is not ok. It is hard to stop in six feet when you are going 10-15 mph. We were clipping along just fine as Steph watched in the distance. As we turned around after about 1/4 mile and started going back is when the mess happened. Bela' suddenly stopped to take care of business and Marley tried to avoid death by bolting in another direction only to make matters worse and then I joined the party crashing into the whole mess. Yes!
On an even more embarrassing note, I swallowed my pride and purchased some stretchy pants, Nachooooooooooo! I am glad that I did, because horizontal skiing takes it out of a guy. I wear only the stretchy pants and soft-shell jacket and sweat bullets. Not naming names, but in high school I swore to never don the stretchy pants after witnessing their glory on a certain coach. In my defense, mine don't have stir-ups. Today was the first time skiing during the day. I have been out 4/5 times before today, but only under the cover of darkness. You know important recon missions, where I could not be discovered. Once again stretchy pants and falling. Today’s whole incident was done on the river away from houses, people. I gave a quick look around while untangling and saw only Steph. Thank goodness, maybe it’s time to go under cover again…
