just a big wimp

It was, in fact, raining and windy and just downright cold this morning. One of those mornings that just make you want to crawl back in bed and throw the covers over your head...which is precisely what I did at 6:30 this morning when my alarm went off to go turkey-trotting. Then C awoke at around 7 and I knew that a decision would have to be made...do I go walking through the cold, wet streets or do I just stay home and row?

I decided on the latter. I don't want to get sick now, the week before Thanksgiving. I didn't want to set the chill from which I know my body would shudder the entire day by doing something that was supposed to be fun. Okay..okay...I'm just filled with excuses. But to my credit, I did get my butt out of bed and rowed my sore yoga muscles out hard for 30 minutes...in the comfort of my own basement, with Bob the Builder motiviating me on (Can we do it? YES WE CAN!). And I didn't get chilled!

I guess this means I am not the Oregonian I once was. But then again, I'm also not as young as I was when I professed my Oregonian-ism!