The idea, of course, is to stay ahead of the game. Flu shot,
fleece layers, wool cap, parka with Porsche price tag, long johns, lined wool
socks, fur-lined waterproof snowboots. Oh, and this winter, something call
Yaktrax, slip-on wire-mesh affairs that attach easily to the soles of your
snowboots so that walking on ice is significantly less of a calamity than the
alternative, that I swear to God are selling like hotcakes in Park Slope
hardware stores.
Still, winter – this winter – can dim even the lightest bulb.
This is the time to stoke your passion, to set aside time to do that. It helps,
too, to see what winter looks like through other animals eyes http://bit.ly/1E6QiAs What passions? Obviously
winter sports: cross-country skiing, ice skating, tobogganing. Kids get the
snow. Get bundled up in all that clothing, grab a sled, and go to the toboggan
hill in your neighborhood.
Or indoor stuff: Write poetry, short stories, essays – get
back to that journal (see second-last post) or start a new one. Draw. Paint the
drawing. I’m sitting here writing this note after having spent a day in bed
with a cold and fever. As a marathoner, I can’t not be a big believer in mind
over matter.
In no time I’m back to my passions: running (3.3 miles today
[Feb. 17], albeit @ slow pace of 9:30) and
writing. Off to work at The Post. Back on the trap lines, and as a good friend
says, looking to snare a mink.
Next: Running for Your Life: Who, What, Where and WiFi
