You chose the hobby. Planned for it. Paid for it. Started it.
So why is it that as soon as you start it, you just think to yourself (or maybe even out loud, depending on the circumstances), "What the heck was I thinking?"
My parents gave me an entire Cross Country Ski setup for Christmas. Which was awesome!
My mom and I had been discussing picking up a new winter hobby that still involved snow, but didn't involve the (more often than not) crowded slopes and all the prices that go along with it.
And well, let's just say that ice skating was out of the picture... I am truly the most unstable person on ice. When I'm walking, I can find a patch of ice the size of a small pancake and still find a way to almost break my tailbone. I blame it on my tall center of gravity, but I think it all has to do with my mental state and the fact that I get psyched out when I know ice is present (due to all the times it's been the source of my downfall.... literally. (Haha. Pun.)) Obviously I can't see myself when I have to walk across ice, but I'm sure my legs have about as much bend and flex in them as an iron rod.
Snowmobiling is something we've always wanted to get into (hasn't everyone?!). But the startup costs are kind of intimidating, and we've had our fair share of motorized sports and know that the constant maintenance is just a part of it. Something more simple would be nice.
