Dudes, I ate all my weekly points between friday and sunday. WOW. Damn, I kind of can't believe it. We snow shoed every day for at least two hours and I've been hungry and achy all weekend. Not achy, that's not right, it's more like muscle fatigue. I'm not sleepy, just tired all over. I was folding laundry one afternoon and the lifting hurt so much I couldn't help grunting as I folded. It really does help, tennis players know what's going on. The dogs were worried I was dying and they both sat in the bathroom with their heads just a little cocked to the side like "the human is making that noise again, where is the off switch?".
In some ways I wish I could take a day off but I just can't, there is no other way to walk the dogs in this snow and I know all the exercise is good for me. I'm really grateful in a way because if I were exercising like this at a gym I would definitely stop going or take a break. As it is I can't take a break because the dogs need me, if I didn't walk them as far as I could every day we'd have problems of a different sort and frankly I'd rather have us all tired in the afternoon. That's what I tell myself when I'm out of steam at the end of the trail, if I were at a gym I'd hop off here but because I'm outdoors I have to hoof it all the way home or wait for Matt to rescue me from the elements. An outdoor lifestyle is so much more motivating than the gym.