Moguls and Mountains
Another successful weekend in Tahoe! One of my favorites, because I had my sister with me. Here's us on the gondola at Heavenly:
I was amazed by how easily she picked up skiing again after six years off the mountain. I tend to be fairly cautious on the slopes myself--while I like to challenge my body, I definitely have my limits. The theme of this weekend was not only some serious spring skiing (the bottom of the mountain was slush), but also some serious moguls. And let me tell you, my limits were pushed!
Here's a shot of me hesitating at Heavenly on Sunday:
My legs are still recovering today as I hear the voice in my head calling, "Bend your knees! Absorb the bumps!" Actually, it's the voice of my boyfriend calling up at me from the bottom of the run, waiting patiently for me to make it down safely!
I love the athleticism that accompanies skiing. I deem it a sort of hidden athleticism, because while the body is required to be conditioned enough to sustain six hours of outdoor agility and constant muscle engagement, there's enough distraction (the beauty of the snow & mountains, the social aspect of the sport) to make you forget that you're getting a workout. It reminds me of being a kid and playing outside, just for the sake of play.
As I move further away from my eating disorder, my body craves more playful activity. There is certainly a place for exercise in the gym (and truthfully I love it--sometimes just wanting to focus on form and strength and sweating), but I love this more: the rush of my body flying down a hill, the engagement of my abs as I make a quick turn, the fresh, cool snowy air floating past my face, and the whoops and hollers of my friends and loved ones skiing nearby me. Nothing could be better!
I was amazed by how easily she picked up skiing again after six years off the mountain. I tend to be fairly cautious on the slopes myself--while I like to challenge my body, I definitely have my limits. The theme of this weekend was not only some serious spring skiing (the bottom of the mountain was slush), but also some serious moguls. And let me tell you, my limits were pushed!
Here's a shot of me hesitating at Heavenly on Sunday:
My legs are still recovering today as I hear the voice in my head calling, "Bend your knees! Absorb the bumps!" Actually, it's the voice of my boyfriend calling up at me from the bottom of the run, waiting patiently for me to make it down safely!
I love the athleticism that accompanies skiing. I deem it a sort of hidden athleticism, because while the body is required to be conditioned enough to sustain six hours of outdoor agility and constant muscle engagement, there's enough distraction (the beauty of the snow & mountains, the social aspect of the sport) to make you forget that you're getting a workout. It reminds me of being a kid and playing outside, just for the sake of play.
As I move further away from my eating disorder, my body craves more playful activity. There is certainly a place for exercise in the gym (and truthfully I love it--sometimes just wanting to focus on form and strength and sweating), but I love this more: the rush of my body flying down a hill, the engagement of my abs as I make a quick turn, the fresh, cool snowy air floating past my face, and the whoops and hollers of my friends and loved ones skiing nearby me. Nothing could be better!
We could barely see the lifts at 
That's me checking out a 5-foot drop on the backside of 
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