Today (like the several previous days) was a very inviting one: in the low 70s, with a light breeze. Will power seemed to be required only to tear myself away from the puzzle our daughter had given us for Christmas.
Until I hit the street. Then I suddenly realized how stiff I was. Usually when I’m feeling a bit arthritic, it wears off after the first five or ten minutes, and I hit my stride. Not today. I did my usual 2.1 miles in 47 minutes instead of the usual 40 or less. It wasn’t even walking—just plodding. And it was torture. It took will power just to keep putting one foot in front of the other. Worse still, for the first half hour or so, I kept yawning uncontrollably.
Still, it was a beautiful day, and I won’t complain if we have another week of this weather (it will greatly improve our utility bill as well).