It was eleven degrees at seven thirty this morning. Eleven. degrees. Bloody freezing, in my book. With bed hair swooshed back, I donned my brand new jacket... thankfully with extra long sleeves to protect my icicles for fingers... and took on the stairs. The air so crisp, so fresh, so chilly, my extremities lost feeling within minutes. The sun, large and round, illuminating the ocean beneath it. Welcoming in a new day. On mornings like these, I couldn't wish to be anywhere else.
I'm pretty happy with my commitment to exercise over the past few weeks, after such a long hiatus from it. Not so happy with my nutrition however, though I am working on that also. Sweating up a storm, in ice cold temperatures, as my heart pounds rapidly in my chest... a wonderful way to feel alive and free.