Sometimes I ski up stuff. Sometimes I run up stuff. But never very quickly. And never with much grace.
I’m a fit-ish 32 year old with an awesome wife, a really cool dog and now an 8-month old future-Olympian that can almost crawl around on the floor of my little house in New Hampshire. And recently, (like last week) I decided that I should do some skimo racing this winter. And I figured I’d write about what I learned along the way.