It snowed lightly all day yesterday and by last night I was thinking about taking myself up to the Rail Trail today, to get back on my cross-country skis.
I haven’t been out on them since before my diagnosis.
I’m not a huge fan of winter- I don’t like being cold, I don’t like the grey days when the clouds don’t lift out of the valley here.
But I’m trying really hard this year to make the most of it (basically because I am afraid of sliding into the blackness I was in last winter).
So, this morning I went out. I bundled up and backed up my small backpack with more than enough emergency supplies (2 juice boxes, a pb sandwich, starburst candies and my water bottle) and walked up to the trail.
The Rail Trail is less than a 10 min. walk from where I’m living. It used to be the railroad through town years ago (hence, the name). The railroad itself has been taken off the bed so now it is a wide trail that runs across the top of town. Perfect for walking and cycling and skiing.
I was really nervous heading out- it’s always that way with a new activity- that’s why I over-prepped.
But it was wonderful!
I forgot how much of a workout cross country skiing is.
I had a BG of 11.6 when I was about to leave the house so I ate half a power bar (20g). Half an hour in I checked and was 5.9. Pb sandwich (24g) came in handy,(even though the dog I had met up there was hoping I was giving handouts). Skied the half hour back, which was very slightly downhill-sloped, and when I got home was 5.8 (and sore in place I had forgotten I had muscles!). 