So I thought you might be wondering
how my new form of exercise is working out for me.
I was unable to do the neighbors sidewalks,
When I got out there,
Oh my land, with the brisk winter chill slapping at my face,
the minus twenty something made it impossible to be out for long,
The recent back injury also caught up with me after the first
dozen scoops of snow,
I continued on stubbornly determined to get the job finished.
I am just that kind of girl.
Alas the job was done and so was I,
truth be told.
So instead of making snow angels,
I in my huge winter boots, eyes peeking through my scarf,
my legs frozen solid like two wooden pegs,
it was enough to triumphantly slam the shovel into the snow bank,
I walked (ran) the 3 (300) steps into my front porch.
conquering the outdoor wilderness of Canada,
feeling like Rocky Balboa
after he made it to the top of the stairs in the movie,
yes there was music playing,
Bob Marley was singing something about Don't Cry,
so I did not, I pulled up my boot straps, oh I meant my bra straps,
took off the cumbersome jackets, boots, scarfs, mits,
and uttered a few obscenties at Mr. Musta
whom was sitting quietly in the corner not even moving.
My breath was caught not by me,
I was not moving too quickly either,
and as the warmth of the room thawed my bones,
I rejoiced at a job well done.
And how goes your workout?
I am thankful
that I am able
Your Best Day Ever