My cross-country skiing was limited to (a) asking my husband where all the pieces were (they haven't been used in many years), (b) finding them, (c) getting them on, and (d) carefully, oh so carefully, heading down my little driveway--which does have a slope--into the street, up past a few houses and then back. THAT wore me out. But fun!
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Good for you!
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