Sunday

I spent hours this morning snowblowing, shoveling and then attempting to clear my roof. I kind of... okay, not kind of, I DID let my roof get way too covered with snow. It is so bad, like 3 feet in some places. Oops. I was able to make a dent in it, but I just can't get up to the top part to get the rest since I'm too scared to go up there. It's a nightmare, so I might have to break down and hire someone to do the rest. I was working really hard, and it hardly looks like I did a thing. I had to stop, reluctantly, around 1230 to go to John's friend's birthday party. By the time we got back, it was almost dark, so I don't know when I'll get to it again.

John came out and snapped a photo of me up on the roof

I ended up jumping on the treadmill tonight and got in 8 miles at a 7:14/mi pace to make 60 miles for the week again. Watched the latest Walking Dead episode to pass the time. Nothing like watching people stab zombies in the head to really pump you up. :) Basement treadmill running is really starting to get old. I am SO ready to run 10 loops around my neighborhood again instead... Oh wait. That's almost just as bad.