Oh Texas, our Texas, what strange weather you bring. Just before midnight on Thursday, snow started falling - keep in mind that we are pretty far south (three hours south of Dallas, where they were hit hard by the snow), so we don't normally get "weather events" like this:
Love how you can see the snow falling with the flash!
Got my requisite snow pictures, then went to bed. Woke up Friday morning and sent Paco out to get the paper:
Hey! You guys coming or what?!?
Wasn't I just saying that I won't leave my house in sweats for fear of getting caught on camera? Dang those paparazzi!
I was wearing my purple puffy vest under that jackets - it's a good look, I know. ;) The only cute thing about this outfit was my pink Helen hat!
Anyway, we enjoyed staying inside and watching the snow all morning - it's the perfect amount for us...enough to have to stay home from work, but not too much to make us housebound for long.
By Saturday, it had pretty much melted away. The sun came out and it was warm! I was going to go to the gym, but copped a f-it attitude and went shopping instead. Hey, sometimes you just have to go with what you are feeling.
Sunday was positively warm. And sunny. And I felt like going for a bike ride - a REAL bike ride, not the one at the gym. So I dusted off Ipoholo, my pretty pink bike, got some air put in her tires thanks to Jeff and the air compressor in our garage, we leashed up Paco, and took off!
We even stopped by the horses to let Paco say hello - funny, he really didn't take much notice of them this time. Used to, he'd get his hackles up and growl. Maybe he's growing up!
After one loop around the neighborhood we dropped Paco back at home because he's not the easiest thing to ride with. Then we ambled up and down our streets, riding the route that we used to, back when I first started losing weight and exercising. Interesting thing...while it was fun, it was not hard at all. I didn't feel like I'd exerted myself, and that certainly was not the case a couple of years ago when I started bike riding! Guess I am in pretty decent shape, even with not running for ::sigh:: three weeks now. Still, it was a fun thing to do:
I'm off to the ortho this afternoon for a recheck on my dang ankle. I ran a mile on the treadmill on Monday and it hurt like a mofo. Something ain't right, still. And Austin? Not going to happen this year. But in the grand scheme of life, there are a lot worse things going on, so this has become pretty small potatoes.