February 18, 2010 § 5 Comments
>I know what you’re thinking….
Aw man, not another person bitching on their blog about the snow and how horrible it is and how it makes training nearly impossible!
But, I am just another person bitching on my blog about the snow and how horrible it is.
In the past 6 years where I would consider myself truly attempting to “train” in the winter, I have not seen snow like this. It’s everywhere. Gone are the days where I could peacefully run down the city sidewalks minding my own business. Now I am running in the roads, dodging dump trucks full of snow, bobcats, idiot drivers, lawn furniture, and other pedestrians. I am covering less miles in more time, at a time when I am needing to put in the most miles before tapering for Syllamo.
The good news? I have a hunch this race will hurt so much that at this point I can’t cram in the training I’d need to (regardless of the weather conditions) to really make that any easier. So, I will be doing some sweet 4-5 hour runs followed by 2-3 hours on Sunday the next few weeks, and I’ll just hope for the best. I always manage to pull through.
In other news, something that also interested me throughout the snowy days was the range of reactions from people. Many people were angrier….it was difficult to get to work, come back from work, drive anywhere, get food, even walk anywhere. The anger came through in ways like not stopping to help push out a car, or not moving over to give you room to walk somewhere in the road. Others were much nicer. Crime rates were super duper low, neighbors were helping one another shovel the roads, many were in just generally jovial moods due to an unexpected week of break from life.
The reaction that intrigued me the most was how territorial and defensive people became. The chair in the parking space move is perhaps the most obvious of these. Digging out your spot on the street entitled you to that little peice of land – so long as a chair was marking it. Shovelling was often limited to “my steps” or “my parking pad.” People even staked their claim on the roads – those with the larger 4-wheel drive vehicles owned the road those first few days. I saw pick-up trucks playing chicken with each other in a one-lane snowy road. There was a sense of entitlement that came to those who did not lose their mobility during the storm.
I consider us lucky that this was just a blizzard, and not a true disaster where people deemed “survival of the fittest” as the only option. And while I am as guilty as anyone else and had many moments of both the positive and negative reactions, perhaps during this lenten season I will make an effort to be less defensive and more considerate to those around me – blizzard or not.
February 5, 2010 § 3 Comments
>*except for running.
Holler peeps it’s time for a rhyme,
Grab a seat if you’ve got the time.
Some white stuff is coming down out of the sky,
Bread, milk and TP is what the people buy.
The mexis gather round the chimney with care,
In hopes that whatever they pray to would soon be there.
Denise sets up camp at Du Burns Arena,
This wet ass snow will not make her cleaner.
The bars open up to serve drinks and din,
To stay in tonight would be a mortal sin.
Get your lawn chairs ready to mark that spot,
This snow’s comin’ in, ready or not!