Fall Breakup

                                                                                                            Fall Breakup

November 13, 2010

I am no longer inspired to write about the coming of winter.  I have been on the cusp of this notion for the past three years.  The old me couldn’t wait for the real snow after the winter freeze arrived.  That meant that all winter activities could start and for me that included cross-country skiing in the mountains along with a few downhill ski trips now and then.  Now, what comes most to mind with the arrival of winter are icy streets in this city of Calgary and all the risks associated with trying to get around.

I suppose my anxiety has a lot to do with living in a large, fast-paced city.  Maybe if I lived in a small town I would feel different.  A small town with: fewer cars, a slower pace, and essential shops that are within walking distance.  I know such places have their own challenges, but I can’t help but muse about the possibility.

This is an element of ageing that I never saw coming.  I thought all my interests would go on until my body told me it couldn’t handle the pace anymore.  What I’m finding is that I can keep my body capable, at least for now, but it is what is going on in my head that is creating the change.  I still want to do new things and learn more, but getting on yet another ski trail that happens to be different from what I have travelled before just doesn’t motivate me any longer.  Even if the reward at the end is a new visual experience, the motivation isn’t there.

Now that I think about this a little more, there are a couple of ski trips I would like to do again.   Maybe I should focus on those this winter.  One is the trip into Skoki Lodge near Lake Louise and the other is into Moler Pass which is close to Bow Summit.  Setting some goals like this will help me to get out and work at getting my ski legs into shape, which is a good thing.

Here we go, out of my favourite time of the year, Fall, and into the longest season of the year in this part of the world, winter.  As you can tell, I’m not really thrilled about it this year.