Big news: skijoring, my favorite sport-that’s-not-a-sport is campaigning to make a comeback as a demonstration sport for the next Winter Olympics.
In 2011, I came across skijoring at Quebec’s Winter Carnival. I watched transfixed as crazy Canadians skied over slopes from the back of galloping horses, again and again.
Skijoring can be found where winter really sucks: Canada, Russia, Norway, Montana. It’s been around for awhile (before 1928), but I have a feeling it’s the next hip sport, here to replace interpretive broom dancing, naked bike riding, and bike polo or whatever else we’ve got going on.
There aren’t many official rules. Hitch your cross country skis to something and go.
The unofficial skijoring list:
- a pack of giant schnauzers,
- a pick-up truck,
- a snowmobile,
- a well-trained Yeti,
- a comet (also known as spacejoring),
- one-thousand running lemmings (turns quickly into cliff diving),
- a Yak (that’s real),
- a trolly (SanFranjoring)
- a swordfish
- a pair of eager-to-please llamas
- Poseidon, the God of the Sea (Seajoring)
What’s your favorite winter-sport-that’s-not-a sport? Comment below!
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