Carn Sarn It! Where’s Spring?

sigh

When November sweeps in, I like that I can start wearing longer sleeves and sweatshirts while thinking about breaking out the gloves and dusting off the hat.

Surprising really, and sounds crazy now in this cold, since everything I described is usually an article of clothing that never gets put away. The first week of this past August I was wearing all but the gloves during a camping trip while sitting by a fire. Gloves are always the last addition. It was awesome.

Ahh, nostalgia.

And that is exactly why, for possibly the first time ever, I can’t wait to say goodbye to winter and get out into warmer weather.

Well, there’s another reason why I’m done with winter.

Age.

I rarely talk about and if and when it does come up, I’m very adept at changing the subject (ammo for Cap’n B). But this is the first winter that I can feel the toll winter has taken on my body and mind. And it doesn’t feel good. I have come to the realization that I can’t sit around every winter being inactive and think I can climb a handful of four-thousand footers in the summer, or cover the tennis court with skill and agility like the way I felt back in September and into the beginnings of October, or look good in my shorts and t-shirt while kicking ass in bocce.

You could say I am feeling a bit cooped up.

Thankfully, there’s quite a bit I can change next winter and I hope it happens. Cross-country skis are on my list. During the summer if nothing else, I go for a walk. I stopped running mostly because I’ve always hated it. But during the winter months, snowbanks cover the sidewalks and biting winds seemingly swirl constantly. I have XC skied before. It’s fun and a helluva workout.

Another activity on my list: High School Basketball Referee. Yep, that’s right, a zebra! There’s a whole process to go through, like classes exams and fees. But once passed, I think that is something I would enjoy, be good at and get some exercise to boot. And isn’t that half the battle?

Then there’s the gym issue. Never been a fan. But now…oh boy. I’ve considered joining the Y, exclusively for the access to an indoor tennis court. Who knows, maybe I would venture down a hallway and check out the treadmills and free weights. There’s a gym at work but again, it’s a gym. Call it a bad perception. I’ve been to a few gyms, joined the one at work a while back, actually. Yep, don’t like gyms.

So there you have it. Another person that is done with winter.

Summer: five months where I can do all the things I love to do.

The remaining seven?

Well, that’s gotta change.

-Limejuiceboy