The snow keeps coming. Wow. We live in the midst of mountains. I know I should expect these things. Usually we have a bit of a melt that reduces the build up. Not his January. My "snow shoveling as cross training" routine has taken on new proportions. My drive-side snow pile is over 8 feet. Pushing champagne powder is easy. Throwing it up and over the pile is.... well, it SUCKS. Fynn is being lazy. The little mouch is 4 months old. At least he's useful providing a perspective for the photog.
I am pooped. Up at five and off to the gym for 40 minutes on the tread mill, rush home and make Rotary by seven. Put in a load of shovelling after work for good measure then off to masters swim. OMG. donig too much shovelling was my own doing. We have a new neighbour moving in tomorrow and their drive-way and front walk needed to be cleared. I know I'd appreciate it if I were in their shoes.
This weekend includes a swim clinic with my coach. I'm really looking forward a few hours of attention on technique. I think if I learned how to site correctly I could ignore technique. Call me Mr. zig-zag.
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