Using My Legs, Not My Brain

And, what the hell was I thinking?  Tweeted this morning that with 40 mph gusts and temps in the 30s, a 3 mile walk around the big lake didn't seem like it would happen.  But 2 miles around the smaller lake...eh ok.

Me, the dog and Mother Freakin' Nature.  There's some snow on the ground from yesterday, but the streets are clear so safety wasn't an issue.  Stupidity is.  Now the dog is around nine years old...she's a rescue so we're not quite sure.  The three mile hike is a bit much for her. About 3/4 of the way around it, she starts looking back at me with the face that says "Are we there yet?"  So I only take her when I do the shorter walk.

Now this walk is not really hard, there is a big hill, but it's really only an issue if you walk it in one direction. Taking the back end around has a nice incline but you don't need to battle gravity to climb it.  Off we went.  At first the wind wasn't too bad...a gust or two...I can take this.  Of course the big gusts never appear until you are close to the halfway point of the walk. No Man's Land.  Keep going or turn back...makes no difference, the distance is the same.  But is the wind?

Now me, I hate going and coming back the same way.  Even to the store, I usually go down one route on the way there, another way home. Maybe I get bored...maybe you never know who's watching you.  So my walking path was clear. Forge ahead.

Together the dog and I traveled, braved what should be normal temperatures for February in the northeast. But every few yards she'd turn and look at me as if to say "What the hell were you thinking?"

I don't know. But I won't be thinking it tomorrow.