This is the second instalment of my subversive gratitude project called What I Hated the Least Today.
Among other things, I don’t enjoy walking. Particularly when it’s gratuitous or when it can be replaced by riding. In the interest of self-flagellation, I took a walk today in order to shoot some pictures of the newly arrived snow. The choice of the day was dubious, as it turned out to be probably the coldest day of winter so far. Currently it’s refreshing minus ten Celsius.
Three minutes into the walk, my feet started to freeze, which wasn’t helped by my inadvisable wading through the snow to get the perfect picture. About thirty minutes later, I was convinced my feet were wet because they were FREE-ZZZ-ING intensely. My walk turned into a run and I fled home.
When I kicked my boots off and put my feet on the heated floor in the flat, it sizzled a little, but my feet were dry. It’s a bit discomforting that I can’t tell if I’m wet or not. I feel the need to reiterate that I don’t enjoy walking. I do enjoy having taken the photos though. I’ll share them at another occasion.