I have to confess that as the daughter of Taiwanese parents, I had never been sledding until two years ago. I say “as the daughter of Taiwanese parents” because Asian parents are notoriously strict and often discourage risky behavior. (And by “risky,” I mean anything that involves getting dirty, hurt, or noisy. You should have seen the full-on body armor my sister and I had to wear when we Rollerbladed, and I was never allowed to bike in the streets.) We had a huge snowstorm here in Chicago two winters ago, and Anthony was appalled at what a deprived childhood I had (I’ve never jumped off a swing before, either, nor had I ever built a snowman), so he brough sleds to my house so we could take advantage of the opportune weather. (We also built my first snowman that year, whom I named George.)
What I found that first time was two things. One, that I didn’t previously know how to bundle myself up properly for a hardcore play in the snow. I didn’t even own a long-sleeved shirt that I could effectively tuck in! My sister fortunately owned snow pants for me to borrow, but my back got a freezing! Second, that it is hard work for someone recovering from hemiparalysis to sled! Sure, riding the hill downward is all fun and games, but resetting yourself back up the hill? I found myself crawling back up because I couldn’t gain my footing.
This past Christmas, Anthony’s mom very generously gifted me my own sled (that lights up!). I was bummed nearly all winter so far that we hadn’t gotten any significant snowfall, but true to Chicago weather, I was in luck! It snowed — quite a bit! — on Friday and into Saturday, so Anthony and I busted out the sled and headed to the playground near my house, which is at the bottom of a large hill.
Didn’t want to risk damaging my precious DSLR, so we threw my oldest point-and-shoot into a Ziplock and took some subpar shots of the outing — but they will do!
This second go was far more successful than last time. I wore a sweater, which I tucked into my leggings that I wore under the snow pants (which I wished had a drawstring since they tend to ride down over time), as well as waterproof gloves I’d picked up last year during a winter clearance. (They are snazzy — black and hot pink! Practical gear fails to excite me unless it is girlie.)
Hiking back up the hill was still a challenge (which I’d forgotten about), maybe because I was wearing heavyass boots (my trusty Doc Martens, which I’ve finally broken in somewhat), and particularly on parts of the hill that seemed to be covered in ice beneath the snow. So I had to be careful as well as use Anthony as a crutch. 🙂
|Girlie snow gloves|
|Belly down is so fun! (This is actually an action shot as Anthony
raced down beside me to take the pic — even if it looks like I’m a
weird stationary sledder!)
|Both angels 🙂|
I counted this as a mini-workout, because it was all I could do to stay upright! Two years later, I didn’t have to crawl uphill anymore — and this is a big deal!
Do you have any similar experiences returning to old activities (or new-old activities)? Share them with a comment!
To our healing,