I despise the gym most days. The feeling of being an exercise puppet, staying in place, going through the motions. I hate it all.
I strive to be more active with the world around me. On Monday, good ole Zion got dumped on by Mother Nature, leaving over a foot and a half of new snow in the valleys, with several feet up in the mountains.

Screw the gym today, I thought, the mountains are calling my name.

Wench, bring my ale, what say you?

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