|Chelsea and I heading out for a walk on Christmas day|
All I did was change into some flat suede boots. I had on navy chinos, a thin long sleeve t, and a cotton cable v-neck. Then I wore the coat I have on in the above pic, gloves and pulled a fleece neck warmer over my head, under the hood of the coat. It was thirty degrees, and even with gloves, my hands were cold.
I struck out at a pace that Doug told Chelsea was faster than he could run. I was ready to move and burn off some tension! For some reason I got a wild hair and decide to jog a bit. I certainly wasn't dressed for it and didn't have on a sports bra. The girls bounced along singing "Oh what fun it is to ride..." well, not quite, but you get the picture. In no time at all, my hands were warm enough to pull off my gloves. My hair was wet as was other bodily parts and clothing.
As I write, I sit, fresh from the shower in pajamas, in front of the fire.
In all we walked/jogged for an hour.
It felt so good to get out and move.
Chelsea thought so, too.