It's cold. It's raining. The air smells of some type of manure mixed with diesel. I feel the sweat sticking my hoody to my upper back. Stupid mitten fell out of my pocket...somewhere back there and I'm not going back to find it. Tennille & I talk away and we laugh through this horrible extersion called "a walk". I'm not fond of "a walk". But within an hour we are back home, enjoying chocolate flavored protein shakes and kicking back as the kids just wake up from their naps.

That was my afternoon. Next time I'd like to take "a walk" in the nice warm clean YMCA.