This particular Titan succumbed to a tromp through snow. Not for one minute did he think of it as an attempt to impress Pindar. Rather it was because Titans are supposed to plant Potato in the middle of March, and that's something a Titan might not be able to do if he has atrophied.
The alternative to tromping around is to assume that today is something like
February the sixth. But Titans have never been enamored of athleticism,
least of all the political kind. We prefer our calendars to be set in