In Toronto for a few days for a photo shoot. (Really, it's much, much less glamorous than you might think...) Though I was up until 2:30 Toronto time sending files to my boss, I managed to drag myself out of bed at 5:45 to go to the gym and get a little run in. Not super fast, nor super far, but I ran just over 3.5 miles and feel pretty good about it.
Spent of the rest of the day on location, making it snow. If you've never seen snow made by a machine and blown out in huge clouds across huge spaces, I'm not sure if you've ever lived. We. Made. Snow. Wow.
While showering this morning I realized that today was the start of lent -- which made me think of something I should give up. I *should* give up Diet Coke, but as I'd already had one today, I kinda blew it. It then occurred to me that giving up "sloth" might be acceptable. Now, I have a love-hate relationship with exercise. I enjoy the results of exercise, and I enjoy being finished with exercise, but I don't enjoy it while exercising. So, though it's probably not in the spirit of lent, I shall give up my all-too-common embrace of the deadly sin of sloth... by getting at least 30 minutes of exercise every day. It doesn't have to be a run, it doesn't have to be overly formal. But 30 minutes of exercise, every day until Easter.
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