I still believe in summer days. The seasons always change and life will find a way. – Winter Song
Like I said in my last post, I love the snow and I love Winter (I’m sure people are cringing right now). In fact, I’d rate the seasons as follows: Fall, Winter, Summer, Spring.
I hate the extreme heat. I hate being hot, sweaty, wanting to sit inside in the AC but then freezing after 30 minutes, the cranky tempers and heightened irritability. “They” say that high heat causes more crime and murders. I’m not surprised seeing as when I overheat the first thing I want to do is scream and hit someone. Meanwhile no one ever says that the cold makes them feel murderous rage. If anything it makes you want a bear hug to stay warm. Winter = more love (in so many ways…)
But as much as I love the winter, and love the snow, there are some downfalls that come with it.
My workouts were going so well last week prior to Nemo. Personal training one morning, a short run one evening and a 1 hour spin class before work last Thursday. I scheduled both Saturday morning and Sunday morning workouts at my gym and I was actually pretty excited for them. Then Nemo hit.
On a side note, I actually think meteorologists are f*cking with us when they name blizzards after Disney animation characters. Next up, Buzz Lightyear the Tsunami.
Anyway, I worked from home on Friday and hardly moved off my couch (except to get more food) through the remainder of the weekend. Sure I shoveled, built a snowman, and then yesterday after extreme cabin fever (and the driving ban was lifted) went grocery shopping and out to dinner with the Husband. Really I sat on the couch and ate. A lot.
Today I feel all around heavy, lethargic, and just awful. It doesn’t help that I have my monthly visitor. Or that I read about someone particularly awesome doing 30+ miles this past weekend (I am so very jealous)!
I need to figure out a better way to stay active through the Winter. I’d love to say I’ll hop out of bed at 6:00am when it’s dark, windy, 10 degrees and there is 2 feet of snow topped with ice on the ground and go for a run. But that ain’t happening. Especially after I saw a runner take an awful fall this morning on the sidewalk that had some not so visible ice patches.
I’m trying out some new things over the next week or two to find a way to combat the Winter couch potato fest I’m sinking into and I plan on documenting some of what works on here. Let’s hope some of them are a success otherwise my husband will have double the woman he married by Spring.