Last week’s multi-day deep freeze had me in my comfy chair watching YouTube channels or on the treadmill for the majority of my “Me Time,” and I knew I needed to change something, stat. Or keep the slack going, and return to The Bed of Torment, a depressive, heaving bag of aging suck.

So, I started Monday with a better outlook and a plan written in sand to make this week better. I think I done good.

My dietary habits have been better; I cut out my Champions League footy beers, I’ve snowshoed each day, and I feel 100% better mentally and physically than I did last week.

For snowshoeing, the mileage has been OK; however, I am still enacting the 20-mile Winter Contingency Act and treadmilling on Friday. This time I will ACTUALLY get on the treadmill! [45 minutes completed to the replay of the second half of Wednesday’s Benfica v Real Madrid match. I knew how it ended but seeing it unfold was crazy!]

Mostly because 4 days and 20.40 miles of snowshoeing have my knees a bit sore and my mind a bit tired of the labored pace. All that is legit, but add in that the deep freeze has returned, and as I type this early Friday morning, it’s -6˚ with an expected wind chill of -25˚F. Um, I think I’m good.

Sadly, the quality critter activity for picture-takin’ has been nearly non-existent this week, and I find myself taking photos of squirrels, nature nubbins, odd random bits seen along the trail, and Rear Window bird shots just to practice my crap photography skills.

Looking forward to the weekend, watching the football, and finally having a few beers.

Later.