The view from my cabin front porch. It was snowing.
This is also our walking path.
My hurry-up-and-sit routine in California did me no favors. Without a doubt, I need more exercise.
Our new home is across the road from a school where my new, disciplined friend is employed. She routinely takes uphill walks during her lunch break — always munching on an apple. The forest critters become the beneficiaries of her apple core.
Her course passes directly in front of my home where she snags me. My heart loves her, but my proverbial flesh fights walking with a vengeance. The timing conflicts with my midday projects. It's winter. I need to don my insulated coat, waterproof boots, and the chains that I stretch over my soles to prevent slippage. I emerge from my cozy cabin into icy temps that I usually avoid . . . and we trudge through ice and snow.
Yesterday, just before walk time, it began snowing vigorously with a hefty wind chill factor. [See above photo.] I peeked at the school playground through my frosty bedroom window. The children were at recess. I was convinced they would soon become ice sculptures so I phoned her.
"Are you actually going to walk in this weather?"
"Yes," she assured me. "I'm bringing my umbrella."
"Umbrella. Great," I moaned.
I knew that my "SoCal-Gal" was glaring at her through the phone. She laughed and showed up with a smirk.
Gladly, it stopped snowing before we began our walk. Our conversation — though winded on my part — distracted me from the exercise. Unlike her, I was not eating an apple as I needed to keep my airway open to survive.
Back on my porch, my "flesh" thanked me as I shook the snow off my boots. I had to turn my coat inside out to dry because I had actually broken a sweat. In SoCal, I never knew it was possible to perspire in freezing temperatures!