If sliding down a mountain slope on your butt is wrong, I don’t want to be right.
What goes up, gets to come down.
Glissading is by far the simplest, and most fun way to get off a mountain summit* until I learn how to paraglide. By it’s definition, glissading is simple: the climber sits on her butt, leans back, lifts feet, and slides down the angle quickly and efficiently. Of course, there’s technique and considerations if you’re on a steep angle and/or carrying an ice ax (checking Climbing.com for that information). And if you know me at all, that ain’t my game.
For your viewing pleasure:
Glissading done well:
Glissading done… not well (sound on):
As if I ever do anything with style and grace… A nylon skirt, well packed trail and a just right angle were ingredients for one seriously fast and funny trip to the bottom. You’re welcome!
*I am not a mountaineer, ice climber, or other high-octane adventure seeker. I stick to low angles and elevations. Glissade at your own risk!
Like so many others, I was/am having a tough time staying motivated and active this winter. When you overlay the slippery slope of a cold, dark winter with holidays, work, and ol’fashioned excuses – it doesn’t take long before you’ve found yourself at the bottom of said hill, and need to work double-time to get back up to the top.
Respecting that we all have different tolerances for that rut, how deep down we’re willing to go, and how long – I hit the end of my rope in January. Feeling lethargic, irritated, uncomfortable in my clothes and skin, and some gentle-but-firm direction from my doctor, was my catalyst. Time to make some adjustments.
If you haven’t caught on yet, my most beloved way to “get after it” is riding my bicycle. Biking is the easiest way between two points normally, and commuting provides a simple way to maintain some baselevel physical activity.
So I’ve made a big show of packing my panniers, loading my lunch, and layering up for rides between 4 and -4 Farhenheit. I logged ~ 22 miles on bicycle last week, waking my hips up and getting to-the-bone tired. Naturally, my seat clamp broke over the weekend and set me back a few days. But, the cobwebs are being dusted off and I’m heading OUT of the rut, not into it.