Shut er down!

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We decided to get out of the house this weekend--finally! We went to a local Christmas lighting ceremony. There was free hot chocolate and ice skating. What fun. As I had a very young baby, we set ourselves down to watch the older kids skate. Since I had recently lost some weight, it sure seemed cold that night. Although I was outfitted in my thickest coat, hat and snowboarding gloves, I could not stop shivering. I tried doing a small dance to stay warm. I drank hot chocolate. Alas, it was useless. I needed to get some warmth. After loading myself and the wee ones in the car, I thought to myself, "Sheesh that was cold! With the wind and cold, what must it be? 15 degrees? Maybe 20?" I excitedly looked over to check the temperature to gauge how much of a hardship I had endured. I scratched my head, 38 degrees? Not even at the freezing mark? For years, I have read books about ascending Everest. Someday, I imagined myself there. Yup, I canceled my mythical journey to Everest right that night. It's over! I will settle for closing my eyes and pretending I am ascending the top of the great peak.

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mindy said…
We all can't climb Everest or there wouldn't be anyone left to watch the discovery channel specials...
December 8, 2009 at 8:02 AM
Unknown said…
Hey Kate-
What was the humidity? It is a balmy 42 today in NC and it feels like 20. Sorry about losing the dream. I also have given up on mountaineering in general, running Boston also. I dream now of blue warm water and silence. :)
December 10, 2009 at 12:36 PM
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