I could run 9 miles on the treadmill today.
Or.....
I could....
put on layers.....
load up the pack......
and hit the snow!
I say that as though I really have an option. The reality is that as soon as I pulled out the snowshoes, Brinks started running around, squealing like a piggie and doing his howl/growl thing that German Shepherds do when they are crazy excited and think they can talk.
That's probably obvious from the fact that I couldn't even get him out of the picture.
