Calls to mind the following quote from Emil Zatopek:

"When a person trains once, nothing happens. When a person forces himself to do a thing a hundred or a thousand times, then he certainly has developed in more ways than physical. Is it raining? That doesn't matter. Am I tired? That doesn't matter, either. Then willpower will be no problem."

Snezi?  To nevadi.

The snow and cold aren't the worst of it, this year.  The motorists are.  A wildly fishtailing motorist nearly took me out earlier in the week...I'd not even made it a mile from home, at that point.  I've been obsessing over homes in NM, lately.  Unfortunately DH really loves his job and company here in MI. *sigh*

My mom and sister are supposed to be flying to FL out of either GB or Milwaukee (I forget which), tomorrow.  It's looking like their flight out will be cancelled.

just finished forty five minutes on the treadmill myself. I hate it. freezing drizzle here and it is slick outside. that with the cold windchills kept me inside today. really bummed because i also think of my saturday long run as a form of catharsis

 

Hey Zoomy, it has been a while. It is 7am and hasn't snowed in a few hours but is supposed to start again in a couple hours but only another couple inches. Actually not quite as bad as expected. Unless wind picks up, your Mom may be able to get out if an earlier flight. Of course Minneapolis and Detroit weather play a factor too. Hopefully she goes through Atlanta.

 

On a high note, I heading to run soon as it looks perfectly fine out there now.

I texted my mom and haven't heard back, so I hope it means she's on a plane.

Running in the snow does not suck. Getting ready to leave today, dressing in layers and bringing along a backpack with dry socks and jacket reminded me of the ritual of getting ready to ski. It's been a long time since those days. The layers, the socks, the bib, pulling on the boots that are just the right amount of too tight. Embracing the outdoors. The cold. The snow. Getting over to the movie theater didn't feel easy, footing wasn't great, legs were sluggish. Cold but dressed warm enough to enjoy it. Sitting in the theater in all the layers along with extra jacket, after a while I could feel that warmth in the cheeks, that alert feeling, that alive feeling that only exerting oneself in the cold will bring. I wondered if it might be a little like the first cocktail of the evening, that flush to the cheeks. But no, nothing is quite the same. Running home it was snowing gently, prettily, with snow packed on the ground to just the right consistency to get some traction. Lost the sluggishness of earlier, got the icy balance right, and could finally move. Christmas lights in windows, I wondered if I had been in this or that bar over the years. Too many years. The snow and the running brought back memories of running in the snow and cold. Running with a balaclava for the first time in Normal Illinois, freshman year in college. The first run in the snow and cold in Colorado from the place on Azalea by Horseshoe Reservoir where my eyelashes froze for the first and only time. The run in the snow and cold behind Moby Arena where I felt a freezing feeling in the throat and lungs for the first time and wondered if I was hurting something. The years start to weigh heavy. Running with Ben in the snow and cold by the lake and Navy Pier, the magic of Christmas lights and music along with gently falling snow will never leave my mind. Running through the snow around the city happy happy. Always happy. A block from home and the snow gently falling, folks out, yelling boisterously and with joy, playing music and laughing. Oh man. That was a good night.

 Oh man. That was a good night.

And a good read. Thanks.

Running in the snow does not suck. Getting ready to leave today, dressing in layers and bringing along a backpack with dry socks and jacket reminded me of the ritual of getting ready to ski. It's been a long time since those days. The layers, the socks, the bib, pulling on the boots that are just the right amount of too tight. Embracing the outdoors. The cold. The snow. Getting over to the movie theater didn't feel easy, footing wasn't great, legs were sluggish. Cold but dressed warm enough to enjoy it. Sitting in the theater in all the layers along with extra jacket, after a while I could feel that warmth in the cheeks, that alert feeling, that alive feeling that only exerting oneself in the cold will bring. I wondered if it might be a little like the first cocktail of the evening, that flush to the cheeks. But no, nothing is quite the same. Running home it was snowing gently, prettily, with snow packed on the ground to just the right consistency to get some traction. Lost the sluggishness of earlier, got the icy balance right, and could finally move. Christmas lights in windows, I wondered if I had been in this or that bar over the years. Too many years. The snow and the running brought back memories of running in the snow and cold. Running with a balaclava for the first time in Normal Illinois, freshman year in college. The first run in the snow and cold in Colorado from the place on Azalea by Horseshoe Reservoir where my eyelashes froze for the first and only time. The run in the snow and cold behind Moby Arena where I felt a freezing feeling in the throat and lungs for the first time and wondered if I was hurting something. The years start to weigh heavy. Running with Ben in the snow and cold by the lake and Navy Pier, the magic of Christmas lights and music along with gently falling snow will never leave my mind. Running through the snow around the city happy happy. Always happy. A block from home and the snow gently falling, folks out, yelling boisterously and with joy, playing music and laughing. Oh man. That was a good night.

Sounds lovely.