Okay, those were most certainly snow flakes I saw in the air today. I have to admit, I’m rather looking forward to winter this year. I’ve always been more of a cold weather person, what with growing up in Cleveland and all, but I seem to prefer it more and more as the years go by. (Excluding that one year after I lost a bunch of weight and froze my ass off until I learned how to dress more appropriately.)
With the chill in the air the last couple weeks, I’ve definitely been getting that climbing bug again too. I started ramping into a workout last week, and I’ve built it up a bit more this week. I’ve pushed myself to do it in the morning, after I’ve gotten a good breakfast in me, rather than trying to do it at night like previous times. It’s working pretty well so far, I didn’t miss a day last week and I’ve yet to miss one this week. All strength training so far, so I really need to start working in a lot of endurance training as well. I’m just not sure what I’m going to do yet, perhaps buy an elliptical machine. Still working on that bit.
I’m looking forward to hearing that familiar crunch of crampons digging into the snow and ice. That crisp, cold air filling the lungs. That spray of shrapnel from the ice axe. Willing the body to push itself that one bit further than it’s been pushed before. Yeah, all of that. But I’m also remembering how badly the mountain kicked my ass last time out. So long as I keep remembering that every morning while I’m working out, maybe I can hand a little bit of that ass kicking back to the mountain this year.