It snowed a bit here - have you heard?
Seriously, we got 25" of the stuff, according to the official measurements from nearby Logan Airport. This was the view out of our front yard after my husband had done the first 45 minutes of shoveling.
Currently, after a combined 7 hours and 45 minutes (I only did 2 hours of that; I'm such a slacker), things look like this.
It is still ugly, and I easily have my cardio set for the remainder of the week.
It's okay. I actually like shoveling.
A few reasons -
* it's a way to get outside on an otherwise impossible day. I don't belong to a gym these days, so it's either this or walk, and walking means the street, and cars on some ice. Not a good combo.
* it's extremely good exercise. I get a caloric burn of nearly 700 calories in an hour, whereas I walk for an hour and a half and get maybe a third of that.
* it accomplishes something. See, this is what bores me about the gym. I recognize that fitness is an accomplishment unto itself, but it can often feel like, quite literally, the road to nowhere. Shovel the driveway and the rewards are considerably more tangible and immediate. It FEELS like something.
I suppose this is why I also like racing; it's got a tangible ending to it, and a tangible reward - tee shirts and sometimes medals, too!
What is also extraordinary, right now, is that, for the most part, I feel just fine. It was, I admit, less than perfectly pleasant to lift weights this morning. But it wasn't awful, and I am more than ready and willing to return to the task at hand this afternoon, once I've done my work for the day.
Bring it on. I'm ready.