It snowed today. I went to the gym and ran on the treadmill and did the stationary bike. And felt grouchy. I’ve been generally keeping a positive attitude regarding the snow and horrible cold weather. Well, as positive an attitude as a cycle commuter with self-diagnosed Seasonal Affective Disorder can. We have been extraordinarily lucky the past few weekends and I feel glad to have taken advantage of all of them to do long bike rides and a half-marathon and be outside. This weekend was all rain, all the time. UNTIL IT TURNED INTO MORE EFFING SNOW.
Tomorrow, they are calling for 64 and sunny. Wednesday is 67. It’s mid fifties and mid sixties into the middle of next week, WHEN I’M SURE IT WILL EFFING SNOW AGAIN. I have lost all hope that this winter will end. And don’t even tell me that I should be grateful and at least I don’t live in South Dakota or Chicago or the North Pole, because y’know what? I DON’T LIVE THERE. I CHOSE TO LIVE HERE. WHERE MARCH IS SUPPOSED TO GO OUT LIKE A LAMB, NOT LIKE AN EFFING SNOWSTORM.
I need to be able to run outside. I need to be able to ride my bicycle outside. I need to be able to swim outside. My tri training has slowed down, partially because I’m so sick of being indoors. I’m sick of getting up at 5:30 to go sweat indoors in a sauna. I can’t imagine the idea of another freezing cold run. I am tired of adjusting my helmet around my hat and the 5 minutes it takes me to find my gloves before I can leave the house.
This week, I’m going to pretend that spring is here and spring is staying. Here is my plan:
Monday: AM – Run; PM – Spin class
Tuesday: AM – Swim; PM – WeightsWednesday: AM – Spin Class; PM – Run
Thursday: AM – Swim; PM – Weights
Friday: Rest (Run if it didn’t happen Wednesday.)
Saturday: Yoga. Outside. It will be 66 and mostly sunny, goddammit. Long bike ride. Maybe swim. Probably nap instead of swim.
Sunday: Swim; long run.
Are you as tired of winter as I am? Do you believe Spring is coming?