It started getting cold and rainy in early September, keeping me inside for my daily workouts. By mid October there was several inches of snow on the ground and the temperature had dropped well below freezing. We suffered through an unusual chilly, snowy and long winter. There was no opportunity to do anything outside besides shovel pathways, brush snow off the car and scrape ice off the windshield. While those activities are very labor intensive, I don’t consider them a substitute for my workout. It gets very boring, repetitive and frustrating exercising in the house. I have limited space. I need to cater around the rest of the family’s sleep schedules. The indoor air feels stale and stuffy, and it’s difficult to get motivation and keep my energy levels up. For over eight months, I was stuck indoors. I switched between using my yoga mat, hand weights, resistance bands and treadmill. I was extremely anxious to finally get outside. I was a little premature in my eagerness. The day I chose to run was super chilly, and I couldn’t get my muscles to warm up. I kept slipping on the wet leaves on the sidewalk. Running on the treadmill is definitely not as strenuous as running outside, because I was totally exhausted by the end of it. Even so, I enjoyed breathing the fresh air and feeling the sun on my face. I felt as if I’d burned a tremendous amount of calories. I couldn’t wait to chart new running courses and get my bicycle out of storage.