mollmeister
Ski Diva Extraordinaire
The last few nights I have been dreaming of skiing. Not even of doing anything challenging, which is how I used to dream of skiing, but just being outside in the snow, on the hill, enjoying a bluebird powder day. Savoring that feeling of floating, and getting first tracks, alone, ahead of the crowd on a steep pitch with fluff up past my knees. I wake up still feeling skiing in my legs.
Anyone else dreaming about skiing? Every night?
Of course, this may have something to with the fact that I gave birth to my second son almost six weeks ago. . . I am currently barely making it to the grocery store and on walks around the neighborhood, much less hitting the hill. Crossing my fingers that I can get some friends to volunteer to swap out some runs with me from the lodge at the top of the gondola after Christmas, so I can mix breastfeeding and skiing, as I did after the birth of my first!
Anyone else dreaming about skiing? Every night?
Of course, this may have something to with the fact that I gave birth to my second son almost six weeks ago. . . I am currently barely making it to the grocery store and on walks around the neighborhood, much less hitting the hill. Crossing my fingers that I can get some friends to volunteer to swap out some runs with me from the lodge at the top of the gondola after Christmas, so I can mix breastfeeding and skiing, as I did after the birth of my first!