I have come to terms with the fact that the race has been postponed.

I’m even a little glad about it. Because, while it is very beautiful outside today (34 degrees! Sunny! You don’t even really need a jacket!) the streets are giant slush puddles of disgusting.

I predict that my feet will be soaked within the first mile.  Couple that with 5 foot piles of snow on both shoulders, and that’s a recipe for misery.

Whatever. I’m going running today anyway. But at least I don’t have to race in it.

Yesterday, Tony and I went to practice skiing again. I am 25 years old and I feel like the only Mainer in the whole state that doesn’t know how to ski. So he has taken me a few times to the practice area at Lost Valley in Auburn to teach me.

Now I wouldn’t say that I am an athletic person by any stretch, but its been a while since I’ve been in a situation where I’ve had to teach my body how to do something. I’m used to being the one who does the teaching, and it felt frustrating that Tony would tell me “snow plow! snow plow!” and it took endless tries before I could get my legs to do something even close to what his legs were doing.

Climbing up that hill in skis and going down over and over again for two hours was a very, very good workout.

I think the single greatest thing about starting a running program, even better than losing weight and looking better, is having the energy to try new things and do new things. Last year when Tony took me to ski, I remember that falling over and keeping my balance was a huge ordeal. I felt so clumsy, and it was such hard work. Getting up that hill even once was very difficult. This year, I was still pretty clumsy, but I had the energy to keep climbing up the hill and going down over and over again.