With several inches of fresh snow this week, the outside riding was over after the bike commute Wednesday. I know there's a portion of the cycling community that'll commute and ride through anything but I'm not that far to that side of the hard-core spectrum. I wasn't up for a fight through the crappy-conditions traffic again after work Thursday so I gave spin class a miss. Coach Jeff reported 10 others joined me in the hooky plan. I thought about riding in the basement but the thought didn't amount to action until the next day. Martha gave me a strength workout on the trainer and that was Friday's workout. Santé got a big walk that day too but you wouldn't know it from the staring I got while on the bike in the basement.
Saturday we went for a big walk with some jacket- and bootie-clad doggie friends (Santé was all natural and didn't mind the cold at all) and then headed out to West Bragg for a ski with the last-minute company of Chris. I should have taken some photos; it was a beautiful day with the fresh snow blanketing the trees. The parking lot was overflowing but it didn't feel busy once we got going. Today we had a rare daytime hockey game. The legs felt dead but managed to perform through the whole game. Phew. Tonight the Best of Banff Mountain Film Festival is on the schedule...
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