We finally got our butts out of bed and headed to the mountains on Sunday. I can't believe it. Last winter we barely ventured out on weekends, because my husband was constantly busy with school, and when he wasn't, I was busy with school. Now that he has graduated and is playing the waiting game with TSPC, we managed to hit the trails.
We selected a side loop and were the first to traverse it, so we were cutting through the snow which was an incredible workout (one I am still feeling today). The air was silent except for the shushing of our boots and the chirps of a lonely bird.
It felt so good to be tired because of physical activity and not from a demanding work day. I felt so empowered that I attempted a run with my husband this morning. I had to break up my run with brisk walking. Honestly, I am not much of a runner; my body lopes to one side, and deep down, I don't see the point, but I know I a little aerobic activity is what my lungs need.
I hope we make it up there again, because I am not quite done with winter yet. Sure, I have some miniature tulips blooming in the yard, and the daffodils are ready to make an entrance, but I haven't had my fill of snow yet. Plus, I bought myself some new winter boots (the ones I wore yesterday did not keep my feet dry), so I had better go to the snow a couple more times at least.
