I've never been 68 years old before, and I don't know how a 68-year-old woman is supposed to behave. Everyone ages at a different rate. Some people my age just sit around and knit. Others go hiking in the mountains. I guess I am somewhere in the middle.
My grandchildren are still quite young, so we go sledding down our hill when they come to visit. I realized climbing up that hill was really good exercise, so I have gone sledding by myself when the grands weren't here. And I wonder how odd it is for a gramma to go sledding all by herself.
More recently I borrowed snowshoes and gave that a try. I had never used snowshoes before and quickly discovered it's not the same kind of movement as walking in snow or downhill skiing. I find I need to keep my feet farther apart than I'm used to, and must be careful not to step on the other snowshoe when trying to turn. I've only been out on them three times, including today, but the second time already felt much less awkward than the first. I did not go very far, as I did not wish to overdo. I am very much out of shape, and I know it.
The past two days were very rainy, so the snow is settling rapidly and is completely gone in the driveway where my husband plowed the snow. I wasn't sure how the snowshoeing would go today, but it went quite well. As you can see the sun was shining, albeit feebly. I really wanted to soak up a little sunshine. The thin cloud cover may have diluted it, but it was still a sunbeam.
I am glad I went outside when I did earlier today. Now that I am in the house and working on this post, the sky has clouded over and the sunbeam is gone. I sure am looking forward to spring.