Chipping Away the Resolve

So, I skate out to our Ford Explorer. Dig out find a scraper from the backseat. Spend 20 minutes scraping the car, breathing on my fingers, scraping the car, sitting on my hands. Drive to Y for my morning workout, eager to shed the Chinese food I ate last night and the copious amounts of wine I drank this weekend. Skate through its parking lot—

Only to find that today is the day that they’re changing out the cardio equipment.

Skate back to the car, chip more ice off the Explorer . . .