I immediately launched into a cross country skiing frenzy. This is the closest I get to perfection, because it is a exercise that demands everything you have. I love the long unmitigated slogginess of it because I am more into the endurance than the rush. Fighting fire for twenty years gave me enough rush. Now I am all about the long distance.
Later I walked to the post office. Snow fell heavily, decorating my hair. One of the postal workers said, "You look like Frosty the Snowman." *Really dude? Isn't Frosty kind of plump?* The other one said, "It looks good on you."