We did about an hour on the snowshoes today–which took like 5 hours to make happen. Next time, we will be better organized and prepared. M had to figure out the car chains, and we originally missed the sno-park for the trailhead. Then, once on it, we lost the actual trail.
But: I love snowshoeing. I could feel it in my legs that I was both getting a workout and was a little bit stronger than I’d been at the beginning of the month. We didn’t pack water or snacks, not realizing it would take nearly three hours to get shoes on snow, so I called the hike a bit short. Next weekend, we’re gonna go back, I hope.
I have new shoes this year, because I weigh too much for the old ones, but these are a major upgrade that will work even if I get back into my fighting range. They handled the rolling hills well and they didn’t loosen up at all like the old ones used to–Atlas for the win. Anyway: here’s to moving for fun and not out of obligation.
My reading yesterday was all about how exercising on a regular schedule, like doing anything that is not always pleasant on a regular schedule, builds the muscles of self regulation and that constancy bleeds over into other areas of your life. The example in the book (How to Think About Exercise) is Haruki Murakami. That it is his running habit which has made room for his writing habit. That the discipline that running requires, strengthens the same discipline muscle so that Murakami’s writing practice can benefit. I’m going to be thinking about that next month, when I work on my mindset a bit.