I #lovemnwinter! Today, I love trying new things.
By Maggie M.
I tend to be a pretty cautious person, which makes me a horrible mountain biker. And a horrible skier. And a horrible walker-across-slippery rocks.
Like other contributors to this blog, I love winter’s stillness and the ability to pile on the fleece. What I’ve come to appreciate most, though, is how when I turned 40, I magically gave myself permission to try new activities each winter without judging or pressuring myself. This has given me extra ways to stay active and sane over the past few years and learn some things.
The winter I turned 40, in a (hopefully) pre-midlife crisis moment, I signed up for a lot of summer events, but realized my winter was sort of empty. I decided to pass the time teaching myself how to ice skate at the park down the street from my house.
It was okay. I amused my nephews, so it was worth a shot. Unfortunately, the skates still look pretty new.
The winter I turned 41, I got a fat bike. I rode on trails and gained confidence riding in the snow.
This one has stuck, although I haven’t been out on it too much this year. I suspect I’ll ramp things up now so that I can finish the Birkie in March.
The winter I turned 42 (don’t worry, I’m not 75 years old – we’re almost there!), I took swimming lessons, and learned how to swim with my face in the water, breathe, and stick my face back in. This one has stuck, too, and I thankfully have yet to use this skill when on a bike ride.
Photo of my friends during a particularly wet MS150 training ride.
This winter, I turned 43. With the help of the Grease Rag community’s support, I have started commuting with studded tires. I don’t ride every day, but I ride at least once each week – something I never would have considered a few years ago, when I used to put away the bike as soon as the temps dropped to 30 or there was any frozen moisture. Perhaps even more shockingly, I’ve also started taking Irish dance classes – sans wig – this winter. It’s a good thing I have a policy against self-judgment in the winter, both in terms of how much I’ve been/not riding or how well I dance.
I’m moving and growing, and that’s what counts.
Photo credit: www.newmilfordbike.com
Read about this collaborative challenge to love one thing about winter everyday in February, and post about it on this blog. Tweet your own loves: #lovemnwinter @greaseragmpls, or check out last year's #lovemnwinter posts.