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Snow = ski

Despite the best efforts of the Bush Administration, the phenomenon of snow in the Northeast during the winter months ain’t going away anytime soon. And I believe even the snow-haters welcomed this past week’s snow. After last winter’s dry, warm spell, winter’s constipation has ended with a cathartic dropping of a fluffy foot of powder. Ahhhh. Relief.

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For cross-country skiers like Mr. P and I, a mid-December snow is an early Christmas present. This morning, we headed to Windblown XC, just across the state line into New Hampshire. I stepped into my bindings and started skiing as if the 8-month hiatus never happened. I also crashed while going down the Alpine-style open slope as if I’ve been crashing my whole life. Pictured to the right is Mr. P on the open slope, smiling because he was born on skis.

However, those little XC skiing muscles that lay dormant – the lateral head of the triceps, the hip adductor brevis – those were screaming injustices soon after lunchtime. (Rest up, my little muscles… New Years in the French Alps is only two weeks away…)

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