The problem is that I have not been able to push myself to go out and enjoy it. Today, I even got home a bit earlier than usual, and I even contemplated pulling on my snow pants, grabbing a sled, and making some paths down our hill. However, the idea exhausted me just thinking about it. By the time I got inside, all thought of going back out to enjoy myself were muffled by the blanket of weariness that seemed to drape over me.
I'm a bit irritated at myself for the missed opportunity. Due to various obligations, I won't have the chance tomorrow, Friday, or Saturday. Thankfully, that leaves Thursday in the open. I've set the appointment in my calendar and the goal of a minimum of five full runs down the hill (trudging up through the waist high snow is going to be real exercise here). I'm not going to miss another chance while the weather is so nice.