I have an extra amount of respect for those I know who live in climates where it is a long, cold winter. To my friend in Minnesota, you are a hearty soul. May you find your winter's thaw in yummy things like potato soup and warm blankets. Growing up in the winters of Central Ohio I can remember the old window panes in my room forming small ice crystals on the inside on particularly cold nights. I would scratch at the bits of frost and watch it melt down the cold panes. I was fascinated by this. I loved winter. Sledding, hot chocolate, and the excitement of snow. Now, as an adult, I have a countdown to the pool opening. As of today, it's 67 days. In 67 days I will yell "grab a towel and some flip flops" instead of working up a sweat stuffing Elliot into gloves and snow boots. If for some reason it still hasn't warmed up, I will sit poolside with our infamous heat dish.
So here's to an end to winter, to long summer days and warm evenings. Bring on the fireflies, the cherry blossoms and the long OUTDOOR runs I have planned. I can't wait to break up with the treadmill.
Thanks for reading.
|Thurman and his heat dish|
|St. Patrick's Day Snow Storm|