In the interest of getting my life back on track post surgery, and since I can't really run, I took my Fletcher for a 3 mile hike on Christmas Eve. It was about 20 degrees and snow to my knees at some points, but worth the trip. I had time to quiet my mind and reflect on everything that's been going on. Once we hit the trail, the sun was on us and it felt much warmer. The fact that I was really working hard to walk helped too. I am frustrated with the weight gain from surgery and Christmas goodies and really just from my own laziness and lack of restraint. This hike was my attempt at exercise.
When we reached the top, there were no people prints and what I can only guess was coyote prints. We made our own path and guessed at the direction but ended up where we needed to be. There's a stone bench at the top, facing out over the path we'd just traveled. I decided to sit for a moment and catch my breath and just take in the snow covered view. I was disappointed that my view was taken over by back to back and side to side rooftops with a brown glow hovering over. Ugh. I decided to walk up to the path at the top and look the other way. Much better. Nothing but snow, frost covered branches and an occasional fence post. I let Fletcher off his leash and watched him prance through the snow, barreling as fast as he could one way, then the other, and stopping every now and then to look at me and wonder why I hadn't brought a ball. At this point he now had a beard made of ice crystals that had clung to his doggie drool. He seemed so happy, giddy I think.
We headed back down and as much as I hated to, I put him back on his leash for fear of coyotes, or worse, the HOA. I suppose our hike took over an hour. It was refreshing and a perfect way to start the holiday weekend. Merry Christmas.
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