Since I live in San Francisco I can never actually tell what kind of a winter it is. For skiing we always drive up to the Sierras where they pretty much always have a ton of snow (about 12-15 feet so far this year). Day to day, however, San Francisco tends to be a sort of cool, damp, grey for most of the year (especially in ‘summer’) so I never really get a sense of how the season is shaping up.
Today, however, the wind and the rain have been coming in long blasts. The streets have been running with streamlets all day and there’s been an incessant pattern of rain and drizzle. Ah, winter.
Nevertheless, I did get up this morning and take the dog for a run. My thinking is that you don’t really get any wetter after the first 15 minutes. (I think Paco might disagree, but then he has that fur coat to deal with.) Its definitely easier and more pleasant to run when its dry and warm, but I’m a creature of habit, and habit dictates I get up at 5:00 every morning and go running.
After work I walked up to my new gym and had a easy, slow workout, and followed that up by taking a cardio class. It was a long and hilly walk home in the wind and the rain afterwards, but I was thinking about my 15 minute theory and just slogged away.
February can be such a bleak time of year, but for some reason I seem to be handling it okay. My eating choices could be a lot better, but I’m staying active and keeping as accurate a journal as ever. Perhaps this is just a time of year when the promise of spring is just around the corner, the sap is getting ready to rise, and the groundwork is being laid for the future ahead. Its a quiet, between-holiday time, and I don’t feel any particular pressure to do things.
Its funny, when you’re overweight and you are trying to imagine being at a healthy goal, you might be tempted to imagine endless easy days of maintenance in the sun, wearing new and flattering clothes, making automatically good food choices and simply revelling in the skinniness of it all. But then there’s always February. Its nature’s reality check.
Fortunately its the shortest month of all.