I woke up this morning to a light dusting of snow. This is it? I thought. Yesterday had nothing but winter storm warnings from the television to the internet. When I went to bed last night nothing happened. I put aside my disappointment to get ready for the run clinic. Today would prove an experiment in winter running wear. Hypothesis one: I need to put my hat on. Results conclude the hat was a good idea.
I ran over winter for a couple of years. Running on freshly fallen snow is like running on sand. It taxed me as the ground offered it resistance. I also went to bed a little late. Put both together, plus more storm warnings, I felt tired enough to simply sleep away most of my day until 4 pm. I woke up, ate, and watched Children of Men on Netflix. Over the next few hours, I peeked out and saw periodic snow fall. Now it falls thick and fast. In weather like this, I liken it to a snow globe after somebody shook it.
Tomorrow’s run club will not happen due to Remembrance Day. Another sleep in is in order, then head over to a friend’s place for a not-quite American Thanksgiving. Monday I don’t work thanks to Remembrance Day falling on a Sunday. I do have to meet with my presentation partner for this class I take on Thursday nights. We’re almost done and frankly I will feel glad once it’s done. Once again I jammed too much on my plate. Before I do anything else in the new year, I better think it out first.
As for today, it’s no doubt winter has arrived. The snow fall made up the lack of white stuff last year. Good-bye, ground, see you in the spring.