Winter Sports Are…Fun?

I am not much of a fan of winter these days. The cold, the snow and ice, the terrible driving conditions, it’s all quite unappealing. Yet when I was a kid I absolutely loved winter. Lots of snow meant the schools would be closed and I would get to stay home all day. I could built snowmen, snow forts, snow angels, have snow ball fights and I even enjoyed helping my dad shovel the driveway. I could spend hours outside in the freezing temperature and never realize or complain that I was cold. Certainly when I came inside and shed all those extra layers I would suddenly realize that I was near frozen and swear that I had frostbite over every inch of my body. But I none the less I loved winter.

Now the thought of having to bundle up just so that I can go spend thirty minutes scrapping off the windshield of my truck makes me shudder. The thought of stepping out into temperatures dipping as low as -35C makes me never want to leave my nice warm bed. The idea of driving on snow and ice covered roads along side people who just don’t understand that winter driving means you don’t still go 100km/h if terrifying. However the most disturbing thought, at least to me, is the idea of winter sports.

I understand the need for exercise and that winter limits the number of outdoor activities one can often do. Many sports just can’t be played during the winter months unless there happens to be an indoor version of it, an example would be indoor soccer. Yet most cease to exist until the snow melts away to reveal spring once more. So to me, the idea of going out skiing is certainly not on my priority list. Why put yourself through that? Sure, skiing is probably fun to some people, but I can think of much better ways to spend my time in the winter that traveling at high rates of speed down the side of a mountain. What happens if you fall? Well there will be tumbling and sliding and possibly crashing into trees. Whenever you do come to a stop you will be lying in, if not covered, in snow, with a probability of being injured.

Sledding is another winter sport, though more fun that actual sport. I used to go sledding as a kid and it was great, these days not so much. Sledding can have similar side effects as skiing. I have crashed while sledding before, and let me tell you, it was not fun. Having snow end up in places snow should never be just because you tumbled down and hill and ended up half buried under your sled, definitely not fun. Though to me the worst part of sledding is having to drag your sled back up to the top of the hill each time. Sure it’s not that bad the first time, but every trip after that it gets harder and harder until eventually your legs just won’t work anymore. Great way to tire out the kids, but that’s about it.

Curling, while played indoors and therefore could be played year round, is a winter sport. I have touched on curling in the past and explained my extreme dislike for the game. It’s slow, it’s boring and I really just don’t get it. I have had people try to explain it to me several times and it’s just one of those sports that I will never understand nor will I ever know why people enjoy playing it. Hey guys it’s freezing cold outside, why don’t we head on down to the curling rink for a few hours and slide a bunch of rocks down ice! Gee that sounds swell! No thanks, I would rather watch paint dry, literally.

There are other winter sports and activities out there but in the end they would all have similar reasons why I don’t understand how they are fun. For those of you who do participate and enjoy winter sports then I say bravo. However unless you have a horrific spill while skiing that ends up on YouTube then I will watch these sports, not will I participate in them. I, for one, will spend the duration of winter staying inside as often as possible and dreaming of the day when spring finally returns.

First Snow, Curling and A Disappointment

Yesterday we woke up to the first snow fall of the winter. It had actually started snowing the previous day but at that time it was too dark to see just how much we would get or to take a picture of it. So we got up to see everything covered in a white blanket of powdery snow. I’m not a fan of snow, I used to be. As a kid I would spend hours outside playing in the snow, building forts and snowmen, having snowball fights and even helping my dad shovel the driveway. However I now hate the snow, and winter and cold in general. I think it stems from where I currently live. Winters are long and extremely cold, the snow fall we get each year is crazy and I just hate going outside at all.

The view from my front window.

However when I picked up my son from daycare he insisted upon playing outside for a bit. So after bundling him and myself up we ventured out into the arctic (that’s how I look at it) and wandered about the front yard for a bit. He wanted to build a snow man but the snow we get is generally not good for packing hard. It’s light, powdery and will fall apart when trying to make it into snow balls. So after nearly an hour outside, I only wanted to be out a few minutes but he would have none of that, we came inside to warm up.

As I started dinner I also started to dread the next thing I would need to do that night. And that was go watch my husband curl. I don’t get Curling. To me it’s about as boring as golf. However my husband, for some reason or another, seems to enjoy it, so once winter hits we are dragged to the curling arena once or twice a week to watch him curl. I seriously dread those nights. There is nothing interesting about curling and yet the other people that watch it as so into it I just shake my head. They get so excited, yelling over good and bad shots, that you would swear they were watching Hockey or some other fast paced sport. But nope, they are just watching curling. I have tried to understand the game, to see what they find so interesting about it, but each time I read up on the game I find it so terribly boring.

It makes me wonder how desperate for entertainment people were to have invented such a sport. No offense to people who enjoy playing or watching Curling, but I think I would rather watch paint dry than watch Curling. Well by the time we left the curling arena right before my sons bedtime (my husband was still there since his game wasn’t over yet) I wanted to get some writing done. I hadn’t done any writing yet in the day since I was busy putting a second coat on the walls I had painted the previous day, cleaning the house, puttering about the internet and then cooking dinner. Of course my hopes of getting any writing done were completely crushed by the utter brain dead feeling I had from watching Curling. I tried desperately to write even a single sentence but nothing came to me. I was a bit disappointed, I hate not writing at least something each day, however my mind just wasn’t in it.

Of course that would not be my only disappointment of the night. When my husband finally got home another hour or so later, he told me he got an email from the guys in Nevada. A few weeks ago we had gone down there so he could have a job interview. I was really hoping for this job to come through since I loved the town in Nevada and really just want to get out of the place we are in. That is not going to happen. He didn’t get the job even though the guy really wanted to hire him, they ended up going with someone else. I am more than a little disappointed with this. The guy said he would keep my husbands name on file in case any other positions open but for now we are stuck here. Guess I will have to wait another year or so before I get my horse and ranch.

In one small bit of good news the Star Wars: The Old Republic beta opens in a few hours. While I will only be playing it for three days, that’s how long the beta is, I am quite excited about this. I won’t really be able to talk about what I see or do in the game but at least I have some glimmer of happiness on this day of continued snowy disappointment.