Cross-country skiing. It’s the new running.

skiingAfter slip-sliding away throughout the Winter while training around the mean streets of the sleepy little seaside town I call home, I thought it was time to give my battered old body a slight break from running, and take it out onto the snow-capped peaks of the French Pyrenees for a week. After all, if it’s going to be snowy underfoot, I’d just as soon be wearing the right footwear.

If I’m honest, I’ve been running like a kipper for some weeks now, having been first laid low by serious flu, and then rear-ended by an uninsured teenage numpty in a Saab Turbo. Between my massively reduced lung capacity and my creaking, aching shoulders, I’ve been setting a series of PWs (as opposed to PBs) for well over a month now. So having had my sainted physio put my left shoulder back into its socket, I felt I had nothing to lose by dragging the family off to our favourite little bolt-hole in the French spa town of Cauterets.

Snow has been falling there like it’s going out of fashion for some weeks now, so the rest of our 7-strong party had high hopes of some serious skiing. As for me, I was feeling far too broken to expect very much from the holiday.

But here’s the weird thing: while we skied pretty hard, causing the rest of the party to be all out of ideas and stamina by 4pm every day, my legs felt as fresh as a pair of slightly unattractive daisies at all times.

However many black runs we did, my much maligned old legs still felt great. So at the end of the day, while the rest of the posse repaired to the apartment to drink wine and complain about ‘feeling the burn’, I was heading off to the cross-country skiing domain at nearby Pont d’Espagne to try and work up some serious muscle burn of my own.

Well, snow conditions were excellent there too, and once I’d acquired the right kit and a little bit of technique, I was able to have a couple of sessions practicing the skiers’ equivalent of distance running.

Now, I could easily lie through my teeth here and claim that it came naturally and didn’t cause any more pain than going for an 8-miler along the beach. But, were I seriously to suggest that, I have no doubt that my pants would go on fire. Again. Yes, a couple of miles of cross-country skiing affords more of a burn for your quads than the average uphill half marathon. But there’s also no doubt that as a regular runner, I was more prepared for the experience than the couple of other novice cross-country skiers I spoke to.

I can also recommend the Thermes de Césaer in Cauterets, where a couple of sessions in the hot, sulphur-rich waters had my aching, whiplash-ridden muscles more relaxed than a yogi on Valium.

And having returned home earlier today and found the energy to venture out for a slightly more conventional run, I’m happy to report that skiing, and particularly cross-country-skiing, is an excellent way to cross-train for runners, as today, for the first time in many weeks, I actually put in a fairly respectable time over my favourite 10k training course.


2 thoughts on “Cross-country skiing. It’s the new running.

  1. Well that’s just not fair. I finally start to feel good about where I’m headed with my running and then someone mentions ski-ing and all I want to do is get to the mountains. Hey ho, good to see that you’re on the mend and back on the blog. It’s now given me an excuse to ski next year. I can now say that it all helps with the training. Excellent

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