Winter is tough for me. Don't get me wrong. I love the beauty of the first real snow and the holiday cheer of wintertime. And don't even get me started on the food. Stick-to-your-ribs, ready-for-hibernation type recipes. I'm a sucker for a good casserole, or a big bowl of soup with a hunk of bread to go along with. And hey, I even like winter sports, especially skiing and skating, even though I'm not much good at either. The trouble is, I seem to really glom onto the whole idea of hibernation. Eating more, moving less. Enjoying my little cave.
I think you can probably see where I'm headed here. It's finally spring (actually, it almost feels like summer) and I feel like I haven't really moved in months. The birds are chirping, the flowers are blooming, and I feel like a (not-so-little) bear waking up from a too-long nap. Still, I'm thankful for spring, for more sun, for warmer temperatures, and for the inspiration to get out of the house and get back in shape.
Anyway, I just want to report that I did get my blood pumping with a little jog this morning. No hurdles, but I did get a bit of an upper body workout too, just trying to hold on to our weimie's leash (she was very interested in saying hello to any other living thing this morning). And doncha know, I feel great! I love the feeling of clam and relaxation that I get after a run. Why don't I do this more often?