There is something exhilerating and defeating with the chore of shoveling walks and driveway. You are essentially moving white water off cement. We all know if we wait a few days it will melt like the snowman off to the side. But, we feel bound to build a path to and from.
We must move the white stuff because the shoes we buy are fancy, but not water repellant. Actual boots are for people who's destiny is to hike up and down mountains just to say they did it. Boots of today are high top tennis shoes. They suck the water from the snow leaving wet dye marks on your socks.
Fifty years ago people wore rubbers, they were protective, though not of the condom variety. These were waterproof rubber liners wore over regular shoes. A child could walk to school in them. An adult could get to car and work without soaked feet. they would take them off when they arrived and put them on when leaving. It was a good system though clumsy and non-fashionable. Kids can now buy the new version of these that are actual shoes in many colors and comic book hero's adorning them. Adults might buy them, but they are only made for people three foot and under and it is hard to make up one's mind about whether to get Iron Man or Hello Kitty.  
Anyway here I am moving snow around my property with a plastic blue shovel. And I call myself an adult. I know it is exercise. Probably more than I get at Golds Gym, but it seems so futile. The sun will come out and melt the driveway. then, the next day clouds will form, flakes will fall, and the cycle will continue.
There is always hope for spring.