Snow. We Have it.

I live in Boston.

Right now, Boston looks like this:

(Actually, it looked like that a few weeks ago. Add another 20 or so inches on top of that and you'll have a good idea of what Boston looks like now.)

Anyway, what this means is that for the time being my training looks like this:

I am not a treadmill girl. But I am forcing myself to become a treadmill girl because I would like to be able to actually use my legs and possibly my feet again come August.

And in order for that to be possible, ladies and gents, I must train.

Now, my six month training schedule hasn't officially begun but almost every morning for the past two weeks I've ignored the snooze button on my alarm and instead headed to the gym. Can't say I'm exactly jumping with joy over this schedule.

But then I remind my grumpy sleepy self why I'm attempting to walk a few miles before I've had even a taste of coffee. And it becomes worth it.

Nevertheless, I'm hoping that Mr. Groundhog is accurate with his prediction this year of an early spring. Can't lose that dreadmill soon enough.