So, I have a short list of activities or experiences I hoped to have on my Russian Winter adventure. One of these was to try cross-country skiing. Mind you, the last time I was on a pair of skiis was when I was about 22 years old. The skiis were for downhill and the venue was Mammoth Mountain in May. So in reality I approached the cross-country even as a raw beginner, and much older.
My friend Marina invited me to go with her and her older son, Slava (who is now almost 14). She had all the equipment, including a hot thermos of sweet tea to drink after we were done. At the last minute, Tanya agreed to go with us, so we had a photographer to capture my new adventure in pictures.
So yes, I fell once. Well, twice. At the end, when my legs just gave out. But what the heck. I did it.
Yes, I did!