I’m feeling much better, much less cabin fever over here since getting out.

I decided to suck up the cold temps yesterday and put on as many layers as I could and grabbed Murph. It was the best hour walk I can remember us having in a long time. And, surprisingly, I got hot … it wasn’t all that bad out, till the wind picked up the last 10-15 minutes, but at that point, it was bearable.

Then today, with a heat wave of 36 {never thought I’d say that!}, Brother and I got out together with the dogs. We decided to go longer, though what felt like at least an hour and a half was only an hour 20, but much more strenuous than I’m used to. Lots of hills and areas where we had to walk through the snow.

I can definitely feel this extra weight I’m carrying in the front now. I took it pretty slow at times, with my heart rate so high and tried to listen to my body as best I could. Pretty easy to do when you’re being kicked around in the stomach.

I was thinking aloud during our walk, about how important and just plain critical it is for me to get outside, connect with my surroundings and move.

Four days of not being able to do so gave me a new found appreciation of the luxury walking is. What a gift. An instant mood lifter. So good for the soul.

Perspective is a beautiful thing.