To look at the pictures, you would wonder why I balk at the thought of getting out and getting some exercise…
But I do, often. A wall of inertia must be overcome to drag this comfort loving home-body out into the elements. There are so many factors to consider:
The COLD. The bundling up just right but not too much. The fear that this will be the time I fall and hurt something, or suffer some cataclysmic life-changing event. Then there is the sheer work of it. (X-country skiing may be about g-l-i-d-i-n-g but first there is the push, and it is most definitely WORK. Ditto that for snowshoeing, only there is no glide!) All these factors rise up in protest at the prospect of getting out in the wild white outdoors. Oh how grateful I am for Jim’s sanctifying leadership! He sees to it that my objections do not win out and I am almost 100% of the time grateful to have gotten out and gotten some scenery-laden exercise!
The Highline Trail, Canmore:
Sundance Canyon, Banff
(*I have loved a wonky picture since my first roll of film with my Brownie camera)
Upper Bankhead, Banff:
Home–the place I love best. The fire-pit out front vanished (almost!) this week:
Return, O my soul, to your rest; for the LORD has dealt bountifully with you.
For you have delivered my soul from death, my eyes from tears, my feet from stumbling;
I will walk before the LORD in the land of the living. Ps.116:7-9 ESV