A Little Progress on a Cold January Weekend Stepping out into the cold at –6°C today felt like a small victory in itself. I eased into the walk and ended up spending about twenty minutes in the easy heart‑rate zone and another fifteen in warm‑up, which is more balance than I expected on a day like this. It reminded me of something I heard recently: you can’t depend on motivation to carry you, because motivation comes and goes. What actually gets you moving is routine. Today was one of those days where the routine did the heavy lifting. Just getting out the door, feeling the cold on my face, and letting the walk unfold was enough to make the day feel decent. The dog treated the whole outing like a grand rediscovery mission. She sniffed absolutely everything, as if the neighbourhood had transformed in the months she’s been missing proper walks. Between the storms in December, the lack of movement in November, and the back pain that started in October, it’s been nearly three month...
Just me, Dixie, and the last glow of the day. Tonight’s walk‑run with Dixie had a different kind of energy to it. We headed out around the park just as the light was slipping away, that perfect in‑between moment where the sky hasn’t given up completely but the streetlights are already starting to glow. It’s a great hour for time‑lapse—enough movement, enough contrast, and just enough traffic rolling by to make the frame feel alive. I grabbed a short clip, but honestly, I think the university area would’ve been an even better backdrop with all the vehicles streaming past. Still, the timing was right, and the atmosphere had that quiet, moody feel I love. Dixie did great out there. She had her little bursts of excitement, then settled into a steady rhythm beside me. There’s something grounding about those outings—just me, the dog, and the cold air settling in around us. Even in the dark, it felt good to move, to stretch the legs, to shake off the day. Back home, the evening kept its ...