I really, really don’t like the cold, and it’s been a loooooong Canadian winter this year. I’m fairly certain that in a past life, I likely lived in a volcano situated somewhere close to the equator. 🌋 🌞
My disdain for the frigid temps means that from October to June, I don’t want to go outside very often. Or ever. But I do anyways...
Jackson doesn’t care what the temperature is: could be -35, could be +1 and sideways torrential rain, could be +42, ALL he wants to do is go outside and run and play. And I’m usually a bit grouchy about it when he cries and whines to go for a walk.
But once we’re out, I appreciate it. I get the fresh air, the sunshine, move my limbs a bit, and get inspired by his love affair with moving his body.
If we all looked at fitness and exercise with the same vivacity as Jack, we’d likely feel better overall. We would get EXCITED to move, instead of dread it, and maybe even spend the rest of the day smiling with our tongue hanging out. 🐶🏃🏻♀️