Sometimes something happens to remind you just exactly how far you still need to go. And that your goals are painfully very far away.
Today, a beautiful but very cold day. We could see the sunshine filtering through the windows into the house. So I say “hey, we should go for a walk today?” B jumps in and says “let’s go! And how about we walk on the river instead of the road?” So Ella brought her tobaggan and I brought a shovel and we headed out for a walk.
Sunny days are usually colder. -21C. Brrr!
So, fresh air, excercise. It’s all good. We are frozen. Time to go home.
The hill we climbed down to get into the river. The same hill Ella sleds down. I couldn’t get up it. I kept sinking. I was so cold. My glasses were so foggy I couldn’t see. Seriously, if I weighed less I could have made it up that hill. That’s all I could think of. I’m too fat to get up this stupid hill. I’m going to die in this hill. It’s very steep. Blah. It sucks. That’s all I have to say about that. It’s a long road.