Getting on a tram on a Saturday morning in January with my skis, I feel the eyes of almost every passenger on me. I’m not bothered – several centimetres of snow fell overnight and I managed to rent the last set of cross-country skis which, along with the ski poles, I am holding tightly in my hand.
I get off at the bus stop for Bielański Forest in the north of Warsaw, the frost pleasantly prickling my face. I attach the long narrow skis to my boots and do a few warm-up exercises; everything seems to work alright. I can set off…
Poland doesn’t jump, Poland runs
In truth, cross-country skiing should be the Polish national winter sport instead of ski jumping. It is difficult for normal mortals to pop to a ski jump in a spare moment to imitate the exploits of Kamil Stoch, but anyone can clip on cross-country skis and go for the burn on them for several kilometres. Buying the kit is not such a great financial burden compared to, say, buying downhill skis and boots. And, in one day, it’s straightforward enough to learn how to ski reasonably well and get about effectively.
Even when only a few centimetres of snow have
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