It’s the end of April and it still doesn’t feel like spring in the Ottawa Valley.
The weather people still use “flurries” in their forecast vocabulary. I think the landlord has already turned off the heat in our building. Time to write another admonishing email.
My inner grumpy bear wanted to sleep from January 2nd to March 20th, to burn off all the fat that I so efficiently added on over the previous months.
Just getting to the day job by public transit and home again during the winter was gruelling. Instead of having the luxury to sleep during those dark months, I binged on NetFlix and nibbled on tasty treats when I got home.
A couple of weeks ago, when my stretchy Mom Jeans were feeling snug, I decided I had enough. I pushed myself out for morning walks around the neighbourhood. It was time well spent instead of in front of a screen.
I wrote motivational reminders and posted them around le petit apartment.
It has been nine days straight of getting out there – even in the rain! What I like about the early morning walks is that the fresh air and chattering birds provide added inspiration to my semi waking state. I still have to wear layers and gloves. Things are still brown and grey. There is hope that Spring will come…
Early morning stroll,
I tiptoe through the dew worms,
drenched on the sidewalk.
Awash in birdsong
umbrella drum taps with rain
coaxing out the green
It’s hard work convincing your difficult, stubborn self to get out there – as weather permits. If you can’t, there’s always that yoga mat waiting to be unrolled again.
Thanks for dropping by. What are you doing to sweep away the winter funk and dust?