Classic x-c skiing 33:57  3.25 km (10:28 / km) +140m 8:36 / km
Note: yesterday, Friday, I opted to not exercise; my cold was worse and my energy low, plus it would be less stressful if I just watched Matti and Lena and played with them in the morning in the snow around the house building igloos and slides, then going to the last day of their ski school in the afternoon with their "races". It was fun to watch.
The weather was very changeable but mostly grey and rainy(!) and all that beautiful snow (2 m of powder early in the week) had turned into slush and also permeated the snow cover deep inside and crystallized it into hard and slippery snow masses.
I hadn't mentioned that I had a heavy fall on Wednesday (in a very stupid way, standing but then losing my balance and falling over backwards with skis up in the air falling hard on my coccyx. For a while, that is, 2-5 secs I lay motionless to sort out the stars and check on functioning of my legs and my pain in the back while people came running over (it was at a street crossing where one had to take off the skis). Wow, this hurt, I thought. With help somebody took off my skis and got the pole straps off my wrists. I realized that I could move to the side and slowly got up, but, boy, did my back and everything hurt. Slowly, I started skating again on the other side of the road and the movement felt like it loosened things up a bit. The hamstring down the legs must have stretched and then contracted and continue to be very sore. The same is true for the SI-joint with the muscles attached to that area. I think time will heal it.
Today, I thought that classic skiing would be good for my back but was all wrong. As the conditions had changed dramatically these last two days because of rains, I slipped a lot and each time a sharp pain shot up or down from the SI-area, it was really hard to get up the hill, and on the flats, I could slide a little but it felt pitiful. So when I finally arrived in Wolfgang at the restaurant where we all were going to meet, I called it quit.
(The whole thing was actually 15 min and at least 1 km longer as I skied and walked from our apartment, but I lost that part on my watch.)
A positive note: near the end all of a sudden there were shouts from behind: "coucou nonna" Matti's happy voice, and then also Marc who pulled him greeted me with a big smile. Incredible how Marc pulls Matti on a rope all over the cross-country ski tracks up and down at an incredible speed and little Matti on his alpine skis and with a helmet holding on with the greatest pleasure and urging his papa on to pass yet another guy in front. No fear! Can't believe the two of them.