My new year's resolution is to get physically fit again. I have actually started following through as I commenced running again this month. I enjoy being out there on my own, quieting my busy mind and "feeling" my body again. Things suddenly got nasty last week when the ice-age arrived and brought with it my old white enemy: Mister Snow.
Mister Snow and I have respectfully kept out of each other's territory. He knowing that an African in a cold climate is complicated and me knowing to keep out of his way.
When the old guy turned up big time a few days ago and decided to throw a party, I was at first astounded. I am ashamed to say that he gave me a good licking and I stayed indoors for days nursing my easily frostbitten appendages and seething from within.
Luckily today the primal call in my bones egging me to go out and move was too strong to ignore. So this evening I marched resolutely into the snow storm for a showdown with the old enemy.
And what a beautiful world of shrouded silence I encountered! The air crisp and pure and intoxicating. I was expecting that my toes would roll over and die within minutes as they usually do but for the first time in all my 15 years of cold climate survival, nothing happened!
Never mind the teenagers whose evening fun was sealed as they watched me almost scale the nearest tree, half dead from the shock of their illicit fireworks.
Today I overcame myself and made a new friend: "Me and Mister Snow ieez like 2 peas in a pod now";-)
So tell me, What self-imposed limitations are you going to give a licking come 2010?