My hubby and I bought snowshoes for each other for Christmas. We did this for a few reasons:
- both of us (and I in particular) need to be in better physical condition
- we wanted to spend more couple-time together (and how better to get a man committed than make him invest some money in the scheme? Mind you, we bought the kits at Costco)
- we wanted an incentive to get out and do some winter exercise and enjoy all that sunshine and crisp fresh air
- snowshoeing seems safer than most other winter sports, and it's something we can continue into our retirement years. A few years back, I fell and dislocated my thumb by (wait for it) cross-country skiing--the Nordic kind! So I need something fairly fool- and klutz-proof.
I envisioned that we'd be doing this come December 26:
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| The fantasy |
And yet, here we are January 17:
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| The reality |
The snowshoe kits have not moved more than four feet from the Christmas tree. Maybe the latter part of January will be kinder to us--and I mean that literally. No one can have "fun" with outdoor winter sports when the wind chill is -37 C.
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