The state of the roads on my drive home every day dictate whether I will be running or cycling the following morning. My regular running days are no more. Now I run when I can and I cycle when I can't.
Despite a near-obsession with hand cream, my hands are dry, my nails are brittle and my skin continues to beg for more more more moisture.
I wake up every morning with a dry hoarse throat that cries out for a drink.
Every Friday night I crawl into bed a few hours after our curling game, still half frozen from being out on the ice.
Every pair of pants I own seems to have salt stains on it from once again leaning up against my filthy car.
It's winter in Canada and everyone I talk to seems to be grumbling about it.
I, on the other hand, think it's lovely.
The bright white snow makes everything beautiful.
The wind howling at night brings a strange sort of comfort.
The cold makes me feel alive.
The smell of smoke from wood stoves as I run by houses in the early morning hours reminds me of childhood camping trips.
The extra daylight in the evenings brings with it the promise of spring even as it lights up the snow with a golden glow.
It's a wonderful time of year to be a Canadian!
That being said, this time next week I will be happily settled into our adventure in Florida. We will probably have played two games of golf, spotted more than a few gators in the water hazards and seen more orange groves than we can count.
And I'm quite ok with that.