I haven't been on cross country skis in many years (I tried once when I lived in NW Ohio, but I had a problem with the boots and/or bindings so it was just frustrating), but my dad gave me a new-to-me pair of boots and another pair of skis, so I got a workout this morning.

Of course I overdressed; when I hit the railroad trail I hung my jacket on a post and picked it back up when I returned. I should have just dressed as if I'd been going for a run.

The trail was absolutely beautiful with drifted snow on the trail, snow blowing in my face, and snow on all the tree branches. At the turnaround, I had to de-ski and help push someone's pick-up out of the snow; he was going to go out and thought better of it when he got stuck. So we worked for a while and pushed it until he was able to go back to his garage. I sometimes wonder how people can forget so easily how to drive in snow.

Anyway, a really good workout (to go with a weights workout of shoveling some seriously heavy snow) before pulling my kids all around town in sleds. They think I'm a sled dog.