I’ve just come back from a short walk in the above. Snow is great and snow is cool. I love the moment it actually snows, watching the skies fill suddenly, growing a heavy grey to announce giant cotton wool flakes which tumble freely from the skies. I don’t enjoy the aftermath though, and all the fear surrounding it. The roads look dirty. Walking on big piles of haphazardly shovelled snow, sometimes deceptively soft, other times as unyielding and slippery as glass, is uncomfortable, but I walk anyway. It takes ages to get ready, layering on thick thermals and attaching my grippy Yaktraks to my walking shoes.

I walk a lot faster and with significantly more confidence with these accessories.

I saw a neighbour looking through her window and checked she had sufficient supplies. Then I bumped into another neighbour walking her dog and had a quick catch up. I gave a stranded vehicle a push along with 2 other helpers. I probably won’t see anyone else or have any other human contact today.

Walking is a lifesaver.

I’ve got 2 appointments tomorrow which I’ve been worrying about. The second one has just been cancelled due to the weather. I’d have had to drive to that one and I’m not sure I can get my car out. I can walk to the first appointment but I’m still worrying about that one – I have to go fasted and uncaffeinated – me without coffee is not a pretty sight.

(Addendum – I phoned this morning and I was allowed coffee 😃)

After the disruption of Christmas I’m back to exercising regularly again. After the osteoporosis diagnosis I lost the will to exercise – what’s the point if I’m going to break anyway? I’ve had a good chat with myself about it and I feel better now that I realise I’m doing more good than harm.

Later this afternoon I can get back to preparing for my trip. I’m going to bed at 5 on Friday evening so I can be ready for my taxi to the airport at 2am on Saturday.