A big cozy pair of lopi socks I bought while in Iceland a few years ago.
After my not-quite-lost but alternate-route of yesterday run, I had the idea of some fresh trails — and sharing my little discovery — with the crew.
So I suggested we check that out.
I took about seven people (I can’t say for sure because there was a couple people who peeled off part way for their own distance goals, and Miss H joined us for a while but bailed early because she is apparently becoming a YouTube celebrity and has other priorities besides running!) on a modified reverse version of the mysterious trail under the bridge, and then up through some of the new gravel that has opened up this spring leading into the dog park.
It got warm, quick. By the time we had passed the fifteen klick mark we were cooking in the heat, and I (scorned & shamed for not bringing water, tsk tsk) was actually a bit thirsty.
Lots of hill. Lots of scenery. Lots of fun.
Photo: Jenn B.
A warm jacket and a wool hat, because two hours trick-or-treating with four kids in the rain only netted me a single mini-snickers bar.
Stood on my deck in bare feet last night as the sun set. Happy May. Is #summer here at last?
The weather has been kinda nutty, hasn’t it?
We left for Florida in early January and we took a cab to the airport to avoid having to be outside for more than a few seconds in the minus thirty temperatures. It was cold. It was so cold I didn’t want to leave the car outside for two weeks for fear that it wouldn’t start.
Then we come back and it’s warm. Unseasonably warm. Melty warm. January is not supposed to be above zero… ever. It’s just –idontknow– wrong somehow. But yet there we were last week, our biggest concern was making sure the snow melt was draining properly off the sidewalks. There we were, chipping ice off the sidewalk in huge, graceless chunks.
Yesterday morning things seemed to have swung back to normal, at least for the moment: it’s dropped back into the cold of the sub-zero teens, and the forecast for the next week seems to have leveled back out to, well… normal for January. (It left all the ice on the sidewalks, though. Thank you very much fake spring!)
So, are you enjoying this winter? Or are you looking forward to something a little warmer?
Just a note! In case you’re wondering about the somewhat, well, droll topic, here’s the thing: I’ve been playing around with selective integration of the poll plugin… for various reasons. Y’know, like, making it appear in certain spots and not others. This is pretty much a test post. Give it a vote to let me know how it works!
I used to firmly hoist my flag inside the I-Love-Winter camp. I’m not so devoted anymore, though I have not quite left some aliegence behind: I love the chill of the air. I love the cozy, claustrophilic feeling of a world wrapped in a blanket of fresh and falling snow. I love the sound of the crunching pack underfoot and the effect of leaving a temporary footprint trail through an untouched expanse of refreshed whiteness.
But as winter turns to spring and the chance of one-last late-season snowfall diminishes with each passing day, I find that more-and-more I’ve come to embrace the summer, though in such an embrace never forgetting that there are a few splendid things left behind with the frozen landscapes of winter. These include:
As an adult it really is tough to rationalize playing video games. I come up with all sorts of excuses to get a few hours of quiet time in front of Skyrim or Minecraft or Left4Dead with the guys. It’s even tougher to justify during the summer: the garden needs weeding, the sun is still out, the days are longer, warmer, and calling out to be enjoyed. Sitting in the basement staring at a pair of screens — after sitting in an office all week staring at a pair of screens — has this sense of time wasted. On the other hand, those dark, cold winter nights, when the snow is still flying outside, it is literally life-endangering to get the car out of the garage, and one’s skin could freeze just taking the dog out for a pee — well — hiding in the basement where it’s warm and dry and the soft glow of a pair of monitors bites into the winter gloom does not seem so regretable.
The problem with modern men’s fashions is that — generally speaking — guys don’t carry handbags. Big deal, you say. What’s your problem, you ask. Get a man-purse, you suggest. I somehow manage to go from home to work each day and the average minimum I find myself wanting to carry is: my wallet, my keys, my work phone, my personal phone, a pair of headphones, a point-and-click camera, and my kindle. (Cluttered, I know, but everything has a purpose.) In the winter each of these objects — save for the kindle which I hold in my hand — has a neat and nearly invisible pocket in my winter jacket. In the summer, I generally go jacket-less which simply means that my hips look like I’m hoarding supplies for the winter — or simply risk dropping one or more expensive electronic devices. That’s worst case scenario, of course, but even just out for a shopping trip at the mall or going to the playground I’ve got my hands full. My pockets are put away for the winter, and summer becomes a few months of juggling — almost literally — my devices and essentials as I go about my business.
Exclusive Membership in the Snow Running Club
Lots of people run. All over the world, thousads — maybe millions — of people are lacing up and going out for a jog right now, dashing around their neighborhoods, through city streets, urban parks, country roads, and magestically along beaches. In Edmonton there are thousands of runners. At least… well, there are thousands of runners in the spring, summer and fall. Come winter many of those folks wimp out and go hide at the gym and play-bouncy on the treadmills. The remaining few of us run outside in the snow and cold and blowing wind. My own cutoff is generally twenty-five degrees Celcius BELOW zero, but I’ve been known to go out when it’s cooler than that. It’s great. You bundle up, exposing nothing but a tiny slit between your scarf and your hat so you can see, and there you are, out pounding the icy pavement in near solitude. Quiet and amazing, and you can brag about it later when everyone is complaining about their cold cars: “I was out for a RUN in THIS earlier.” Summer rolls around and everyone emerges from hibernation, and suddenly the streets are a little more crowded. And gone is my private running track.