The sun is starting to shine, the snow is starting to melt, the sidewalks are starting to dry, people are venturing out doors without tuques (which I just found out is spelt with a u. I thought it was an o, but apparently that's the French spelling. Go figure!), and the snot doesn't freeze in my nose the instant I step out my door. You know what that means, JOGGING SEASON!
Today I went to No Frills (It's Dollar Daze. Whoever thought of that was a genius. I'm gluten and lactose intolerant and I still have deals to grab up!). On the way there and back I came across 3 joggers, and I only live 10 minutes away! It starts with two or three and the next thing you know there's four!
Now, I'm not against joggers! Oh no, I'm all for it. I actually used to be a jogger myself and then, to put it bluntly, I got lazy. When there's no snow on the ground, there's an elderly group that jogs by here. I'm sure any of them could kick my bum if I tried to race them. I applaud them, but feel guilty that I am not joining them.
Maybe I will join a speed walking class. That will probably be more at my speed these days. Or maybe I'll wait until the slush is gone ...
(On a sidenote, today we won gold in hockey. I knew this the instant it happened but I don't have cable and my internet was too choppy to watch it. How did I know? The yelling of my neighbours on both sides of me yelling at the top of their lungs. Fantastic.)
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