Primarily, it’s the consistently insane cold that’s been keeping me on the treadmill. Yesterday morning it was -6 without the wind chill. I felt no shame spending 2 hours on the treadmill. I mean, what, I’m going to run in -6 degrees, on sporadically shoveled sidewalks, surrounded by 5-foot high snowbanks? Really?
But today was a different story. Today was a brief respite from the cold, with a warmish morning (30 degrees) warming up to a sunny 40 degrees!
I needed to be in the woods. I had hoped to run bare-sneaker, but the trails at Prospect Hill weren’t packed enough. So I strapped on the snow shoes and galavanted for 4 hours (actually, I galavanted for 3 hours and then got sidetracked for another hour… I got lost trying to get to the trail I had hoped to take back to the car, then when I reached that trail it was completely unbroken, forcing me to trudge through thigh-high powder to break the trail). Still, it was lovely to be outdoors and not suffering.
View of Waltham & Boston from Prospect Hill Summit
Obligatory selfie
After a leisurely lunch, Mr. P went for his long run and I took Little Boy in search of sledding. He rejected all our usual haunts so I decided to take him to an unconventional sledding hill: Lone Tree Hill, a conservation area off the beaten path with few suitable sledding slopes. At least we would have soothing solitude and sustaining sunshine! (and Little Boy did get a few good runs in)…
Attempting to sled at Lone Tree Hill
Gorgeous afternoon!
A relief to spend so much quality time outdoors. Winter, you have not won yet.
