We Went Snowshoeing Last Night
I spent most of the day feeling miserable from drinking too much wine the previous night, (thanks to my friend Tory;)) and Joe and I sat around watching the snow fall. It fell and fell and finally around 5 pm, it stopped.
Ever since we came home I've felt we haven't really exercised very much. I think my body is feeling all funky because of it. I'm probably mostly missing the endorphine rush from constantly moving my body. The cold weather has been keeping us in, which is funny because when we were on our trip, we would ride our bikes in all sorts of crazy, miserable weather.
Last night was the tipping point. I had to get out there and feel the cold air on my face and move my legs. After the snow stopped falling, we retrieved all of our winter gear from the basement and bundled ourselves up. Snowshoes in tow, we jumped in the car and drove up to snow basin were we found about 8 inches of fresh powder! It was the first taste of light, fluffy snow of the season and immediately my spirits were lifted.
I had been spending the day looking up into the skylight of our loft and watching the snow accumulate. It would block out the light, shading our view of the sky and a faint halo would billow out from the feathered particles. The sight soothed me, but it still left me feeling as thought I was missing something.
When I finally found myself out in the wild open air, my feet trudging through the white froth, and the air biting at my face I felt connected again. I was connected to the earth, to the ground and to Joe, but mostly I was connected to myself. We were only out there about an hour, but that hour did me a world of good. The action of my legs in the snow awakened my senses and rejuvenated my mind. I entered into a new state of being that cannot be recreated in any other way than physical movement.
Cold weather can be a bitch sometimes, but if you use it to your advantage, it can be a such a relief.
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