Friday after work I went for a quick road ride in Draper. I felt OK for the first few minutes, then my breathing became labored and my legs had no snap. I kept going, but I felt sluggish. It was depressing to discover how much fitness I've lost. I have only myself to blame (although the weather has been particularly crappy for riding this Winter).
The previous day Kenny sent out the announcement for RAWROD TwentyTen. It's 6 weeks away.
These two events have been a good wake-up call. I'll enjoy RAWROD more if I shore up my fitness so I'm getting to work.
Saturday around noon it was raining, but Jolene and I drove to American Fork Canyon anyway to see if we could get in some cross country skiing. As we drove up, the rain turned to snow.
The snow was coming down pretty good and we were coated quickly.
There's something peaceful and magical about snowfall.
At the top of the track the snow flakes were huge and floated down slowly.
We've been seeing these bugs on the snow the last few times. What are they doing out this time of year?
It's embarrassing how quickly I forget the simple rule for enjoying Winter: get out and do something. So instead of kicking around the house and blaming the weather, this little ski successfully perked up our moods.