Today I was in early for a run after a late spin last night. A 12 hour shift later, my Uber driver pulls up to my house and goes, “Where is your driveway?” to which I respond, “Great question!”
My ice caked driveway has been covered with large snow drifts. Mean looking snow devils licked across the banks as though I had just l arrived on Hoth. My empty garbage can’s lid whipped, clanging as I trudged up to my door. Without a snow blower, I turned around after a quick change, and plowed out a path by hand with a shovel and prayed it would be enough for my wife the next day. This counts as cardio. Period. Passing out after two back to back shifts to prepare myself for a loaded day. I know I won’t get a morning run in, but since I haven’t seen my little one in more than two days, I’ll be going home to chase her tomorrow after work. Diet will be parimount.