It's February. The middle of winter. I'm not exercising regularly (refuse to pay for an overpriced gym membership when spring is just around the corner). I'm eating heavier, less nutritious foods (fare thee well, blueberries - helloooooo pancakes!). By my calculations, I should be in my dark winter place. Full of self loathing and regrets. How have I managed to beat the odds? I wish I could figure this out - I'm sure the information would come in handy for future winters.
No use fretting. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, right? I've enjoyed this season of cold so far, and thought I'd share a couple images:
Frozen rocks on Lake Michigan. I took this photo on a clear, chilly day over the Christmas holiday. Christmas at home is always great, which means guaranteed good memories associated with a cold time and place. Not bad.
Oliver the runner in Central Park. He ran a 4-mile race last weekend, which - full disclosure - this photo does not capture. I stood at the finish line for the entire race, swearing quietly in the frigid cold and straining my eyes to catch a glimpse of him in the sea of runners that streamed past me. I missed him of course, and made him pose for this picture a few minutes later.
I had limited dexterity in my fingers for several hours after the race, but it was worth it. Winter doesn't have to mean full retreat. You can still get out and do things. Just be prepared to use two hands to lift a fork during the meal that follows.
I had limited dexterity in my fingers for several hours after the race, but it was worth it. Winter doesn't have to mean full retreat. You can still get out and do things. Just be prepared to use two hands to lift a fork during the meal that follows.
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