It is a winter wonderland. This past weekend I tried out a new sport—snowshoe racing. My husband refused to even contemplate participating. He saw absolutely no reason to go running around the woods wearing a pair of snowshoes. I suspect he is exhibiting far more common sense than me. I was gasping for breath within a couple hundred feet of the start. At the end of the first mile I could feel blisters forming on the top of my feet where my sneakers rubbed against the bindings. But the woods were magic, running downhill was hilarious and the crowd at the finish line was enthusiastic. My prize for finishing first in my class (most likely the only one in my class) was a paper plate of homemade cookies. What can I say? I’m hooked. To celebrate next Sunday I’m heading for Paris (Maine) and another race.
If you can’t be young, be young-at-heart!
Jeanne Christie
