So I fly to Florida for a meeting. It's -1 in Tampa when we land. The meeting hotel is next to the airport and so a beach run in the sun aint gonna happen. So hotel gym it is. Try as I might, I can't make it as hard as when I'm being pushed by someone else.
Gave it a good honest try with Trix. -9 when we started. Duane the only other soldier to brave the golf course. Trix was, for the first time this week, pumped up and ready. We ran the warmup and 3 loops of 18th hole. I could tell by the 3rd loop that Trix was struggling a bit as she began to hover paws in the air meaningfully. And so we pulled out. Duane was going to do 2 more. Maybe 3.
Good to pull out in any event. Something happening with my hamstring.
A break in the polar vortex and Trix was in. Anvil and Turdo, along with dr. Chewy Poo, were by and we celebrated Valentine's Day and family day with bacon and robo coffee.
Sunday burner on snowshoes. Valley in snow perfection condition. K2 was positively unreal, it was so pretty. Trix tried to explain urgently and forcefully to some squirrels that it was the dead of winter and they would likely be wiser hiding in a hole somewhere.
Snowshoes in the valley! Supe and Hamm and I pounded through fresh pow like that train that mashed through all the snow in the Youtube video that's gone viral this week.