It’s 1 degree below zero here. Fahrenheit. Windchills in the double digits below. Wombats are not evolved for this kind of weather and to top it off I might be one-sixteenth Pooh bear, temperate creatures every one of them.
So it was a mostly indoor day. A day for sitting on one’s butt in a coffee shop, book and latté at hand. A day to go to a movie theater for a second viewing of Bohemian Rhapsody, a movie you really should see in a theater while you still can rather than waiting for it to appear on the small screen.
But my wife and I did brave the cold to drive to our go-to indoor track, where I got the vast majority of today’s steps.