That’s what I felt like while walking today. About a half mile into the walk, I became very aware of the contrast between my warm insides and frosty extremities. It was a chilly 16 degrees outside and the ground was still covered in ice and snow. But we were not to be discouraged, Shadow and I. OK, not that Shadow really cared. He gets so excited when he sees the leash he would probably put it on himself if he had opposable thumbs, so he’s pretty much game for anything.
Remembering the sweatiness of yesterday, I didn’t bundle up quite so warmly, which I immediately regretted. I had not taken into account the lack of sunshine and the increased winds, and was rather uncomfortable. By the time we reached the park, I told myself we would turn around and go home after one lap. But, lo and behold, after one lap I was warmer and we walked a second lap before sliding back home. 2 more miles down, and as I unhooked Shadow’s leash in the backyard, I smiled, thinking that if I accomplished nothing else today, at least I’d done that.
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