Sunday, December 26, 2004
We arrived in Winnipeg, Manitoba a little before midnight on Christmas Eve. It was a festive evening - the flight attendants and airport staff were extremely cheery, and the passengers were positive, especially because the 'spirits' were complimentary. All in all, flying on Christmas Eve was a fabulously jolly experience.
Yesterday marks a tale of my own in overcoming Manitoba. Despite having lived here for three years, I never got out with my sneaks on a day that was anything cooler than minus ten. Well, I bundled up and got psyched for some serious eating throughout the day and put on my trusty Adidas runners. It was minus twenty outside.
I started out immediately, no warm-up. 'Warm-up' being a nosensical word for such an excursion. The wind was minimal which made for a successful outing. I intended to go one mile and then turn back. But, I got to the one-mile marker and thought, "I feel really good!", so I turned the corner and did an entire square mile. On the third mile I questioned my earlier judgement. My feet, hands and head were warm, but my middle and working muscles were tightening up. Nevertheless, the brisk air invigorated me and I pressed furiously onward. The home stretch caused me to verbally rejoice, I was so pleased with my small feat.
The air was truly addictive. My lungs feel stripped of any unecessary residue. My brain is stimulated and curiously enticed to do it again today. The survival of Manitoba winter is definitely something to be proud of.
Yesterday marks a tale of my own in overcoming Manitoba. Despite having lived here for three years, I never got out with my sneaks on a day that was anything cooler than minus ten. Well, I bundled up and got psyched for some serious eating throughout the day and put on my trusty Adidas runners. It was minus twenty outside.
I started out immediately, no warm-up. 'Warm-up' being a nosensical word for such an excursion. The wind was minimal which made for a successful outing. I intended to go one mile and then turn back. But, I got to the one-mile marker and thought, "I feel really good!", so I turned the corner and did an entire square mile. On the third mile I questioned my earlier judgement. My feet, hands and head were warm, but my middle and working muscles were tightening up. Nevertheless, the brisk air invigorated me and I pressed furiously onward. The home stretch caused me to verbally rejoice, I was so pleased with my small feat.
The air was truly addictive. My lungs feel stripped of any unecessary residue. My brain is stimulated and curiously enticed to do it again today. The survival of Manitoba winter is definitely something to be proud of.
