It snowed. You probably heard about it. Or lived through it. Or couldn’t go to work because of it. It snowed and snowed and snowed and then the wind blew all the snow to the north side of the street. I know because I live on the north side of the street. In the morning, the supers were all out shoveling and salting. The Heiselts were all out tromping around in their snow gear. It was fun. We said hi to people, wished them well, wondered when the streets would get plowed. Took the day off and were grateful we got a run in Saturday night.
The next day our street was still unplowed (and we live on a bus route!). The sidewalks were slightly more passable. The wind had died down. We went on our date, had a great time, and didn’t think about running.
And today the snow is more slushy. The streets are closer to clear, but hardly in running condition. The snow is piled high at every intersection. The paths between the banks are narrow. As the days have passed with so little improvement, my legs have started to get antsy. I’m wondering how long it’s going to be before I can really stretch out and push myself. The weather report says its supposed to get to the high 40s by Saturday, but can I wait that long? Will the snowbanks be manageable by then? What if our Christmas run was the last outdoor run until spring? (If you listen closely, you can hear me hyperventilating.)
What am I going to do? How am I going to take care of myself? Can I get the boys to the gym in the morning? Can I get myself there? Should I pull out Billy Blanks and the Tae-bo Crew for a little fun at home? Maybe I could lead the boys in a little vinyasa yoga? Or host a super intense dance party?
Or maybe I should relax. Breathe. And enjoy the snow. Just for a little while.