Woke up to more snow and ice this morning. Not quite the srart to April 12 I was looking for. Down to the basement to hit the treadmill I guess.
Restarted the first chapter of most recent novel yesterday afternoon and hoping to gain a foothold in the plot.
Workout routines are picking back up in the spring of this year, but the weather is trying to damper the inspiration. The 3 inches of snow mixed with the inch each of rain and sleet makes streets inpassable to the streetrunner. The partially flooded basement makes treadmill runs interesting, but foot to tread won out in the end. (The first episode of The Sopranos helped.)
First run in over 4 months. A blustery spring morning at maybe 20 degrees. My lung hurt from the cold air gasped with each step. My body already questiong the physical exertion at 0500 in the morning, he road will be long to get me back into my running shape of last summer, but it began with one foot in front of the other, this morning, on a blustery spring morning.
