Sunday I finally got outside and was able to enjoy the snow. Last week it dumped about 6 inches of snow and all week the conditions have been perfect for cross-country skiing. All week I kept telling myself I would break out the skis but I couldn't find the motivation to get off the couch. I kept telling myself it was too cold, or the skis didn't work properly the last time I used them and I didn't want to mess with them this year, etc. (the skis I use are hand-me-downs that have been of legal drinking age almost as long as me).
Despite all my BS excuses, I finally decided to give it a whirl and went cross-country skiing with Conrad (the wonder dog) for about an hour or so. I had a great ski. Here's a picture of Turkey Creek I took while skiing.
After about an hour, I started getting tired and Conrad starting getting ice between his paws, so it was time to call it a day. I wish I had gone earlier in the week because the snow was already too melted to be worth a crap. Hopefully it will snow again this year. All this got me thinking about excuses.
Basically, I realized I had been a complete turd all week. Every single time I go riding, skiing, etc. I'm always glad I got out, even in the most nasty, crappy, and miserable conditions. (see gravel grinder post). I know this, but even still, I fall victim to laziness.
