Granted, some Mondays are harder than other Mondays. But when it dark, 29 degrees (or maybe 15 degrees considering windchill ), with cloudy skies, 2 inches of fresh powder on top of newly budded tree branches, and even the dogs don't want to leave their beds.....That my friends is MONDAY in all CAPS. I can take a few days of the cold throwback weather.....but it's going to last ALL WEEK long. Where's my St. John's Wort, Valerian Root, and Zanax when I need it? Escaping winter feels, strangely like those last .2 of the race.... that long, never ending corridor before the finish line...you can see it, people are telling you 'you're almost there!', but it's in a slow motion time warp that seems neverending). So I got on the dreadmill and jogged slower than I care to admit and counted myself lucky to have a DVD to watch (totally out of breath, inspiration, and engery by 7:00 a.m.). I'm sure the french fries on Friday and all the totally excellent Mexican Food (enjoyed at Mercado Mejicano on State Street in Orem) is to blame. That and the most depressing Spring weather since 1994. | 