I used to do this while I lived in Ottawa between 2008 and 2009. I
remember the discipline. I remember pushing out from my legs and
feeling the burn deep into my ankles.
I remember.
The ice glistened beneath us. Sarah and I pushed hard, after a few mild
days, over the top of a frozen canal surface that felt like hardened
waves. Fifth Avenue. Warming shack. Post Italian food.
Crunch time.
Bear down. Winter comes and winter goes.
