I drove past the paper factory in town this evening. The stacks were spewing moisture into the
air. Moisture that promptly became heavy
white clouds. Clouds that sank rather
than rose. For it is indeed cold. They wreathed the factory buildings,
shrouding much from the eye. And the
lights from the city lit them with an internal brilliance, making them
sometimes white and at other times they had an orange or pink glow to them.
I started training yesterday for my very first 5K. I am hoping that this will be only the
beginning of a new journey for me.
Today’s exercise consisted of lugging far too much laundry up and down
the stairs. And when I say too much, that
is precisely how much I mean. I think I
have not done laundry in a month! So, I
had three large laundry baskets plus one mesh bag full of clean and folded
clothes now, all sitting piled on my floor, two stories up. Out this morning, down two flights, haul out
of car, shove in machines, take out of machines, sort and then fold and set
neatly in baskets, re-stuff into car, carry back up two flights of stairs,
which means that I did my portion of stair climbing for the day! WIN!
Tomorrow it will be back onto the treadmill, literally. A good workout after work, I think. Though whether it will be my Couch to 5K
program, Jillian Michael’s 30 day Shred or a two mile walk, I’m not certain
just yet. But I will be putting in my
time. This I can promise you. Because, you see, this is for real.
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