Friday, February 5, 2010
Froth
The one thing I dred more than being stuck at home for weeks on end during the winter is the eventual thaw. This eventual thaw that will come may be days or weeks away, but when it comes it will be a muddy, brown and red slop for weeks. It will eventually dry out, but the landscape continues to grow grayer and browner until the spring sun comes. The spring sun is one of the most fickle times of sunlight, ever. You sit there during the weekend and look at the pearly clouds and bright blue sky on the clearest of days and watch the winds and it looks good. But looks are not reality. The reality of the looks are freezing winds that suck all of the heat out of you and rock you back as you stand outside in shorts, wondering how you were fooled. There are only two pure types of seasons. There is winter, true winter, where there is snow after snow and the days are gray and pretty, and there is summer, bright and sweating and everlasting.
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Great last line. Whenever I hate the weather while running I think of a line from Once A Runner, " It is easier to train hard up North....Snow is snow. You either run in it or you don't. It gives you something to go against, an irritant. But also a stimulus, if you know what I mean. Down here the freezing rain runs down your neck one day, next day you'd think spring had sprung in January.....Such a winter is always getting your hopes up."
ReplyDeleteAfter January first, I don't consider it to be winter anymore. After so many years of running around the day after Christmas in short sleeves and shorts I've become close minded to the way actual seasons work.
ReplyDeleteI need to read Once a Runner.