Snow......
Thursday cross training.Easier on the knees than Mt. Shelford, more fun than 8 miles of slippery snow covered riverbank - build a large snow feline.
The real training part starts when you decide to drive home and discover that your car keys are not in your pocket. Having selected the acre of snow most likely to contain the keys, shuffle and kick systematically for an hour with a torch and wet feet.
I've been back since, with my spare keys, to collect my car. My current hypothesis is that the keys are somewhere inside a ton of still melting snow cat. Bugger.
posted by Winston @ 5:22 PM
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Car keys melted out of the cat's right forepaw after 5 days. Yay.
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