March v. March
What a difference a year makes… or rather, global climate change?
It snowed today. Again. It’s March 24th. The People of Wisconsin are starting to lose their mind. We’re tough sonsofbitches, but this is ridiculous. I need to see something. I need to smell something outside.
I keep hearing the birds singing but they’re clearly just cursing the Overlords of Beer and Cheese that govern the weather.
Granted, last spring was something of a fluke in Wisconsin. It was like 70F on St. Patrick’s Day when I ran the Shamrock Shuffle. That’s insane. But it gave me hope. It gave me optimism. And now I’m being crushed.
The part that really makes me sad is looking back at last March — I was riding my bike all over town.
March 2012 v. March 2013 on the bike:
Yep, 70 miles in 2012 vs. 0 miles in 2013. The weather has either been too cold or just too icy for my darling road bike. She’s sensitive. She needs untarnished roads.
On the flip side, my running is going pretty swell which it better be because I have that damn Madison Half Marathon on May 26th and it’s one of my big ticket 30 Under 30 goals.
The kicker is that my right shoulder is bothering me — I have some sort of knots and my shoulder is started to turn forward. Apparently it can do that? Also, apparently it starts hurting when I run.
I thought the pain was a joke because … how can training for a half marathon make my shoulder hurt? That’s just ridiculous. But, it is true.
I got a massage and that helped. I have some new stretches and the therapist told me to start using the mouse with my left hand. So that started. Roger that, I’m 27 and already experience workplace-related hand/arm injuries. I think I’ll just give up now.
Regardless, running is doing “ok” minus unforeseen random injuries.
Running 2012 v. 2013:
I’m definitely on track to make March 2013 the most miles I think I’ve ever run in my life. So, that’s encouraging. I hope I know what the hell I’m doing.
Help me Obi-Wan, Kenobi; you’re my only hope.
On Cotyledons and a slow spring
The cotyledons (seed leaves) are nearly gone on the broccoli and chard seedlings growing happily in my apartment.
The chard are a bit leggy but the broccoli is upright and strong — the natural drawback, of course, is that it’s literally 17F outside right now in Madison, Wisconsin and it snowed 3-4 inches yesterday.
My grand plans for a late March planting on the big plot are likely foiled. At this rate, I won’t be planting until April 5th (which is, I should remember, the “normal time”) assuming we actually get a good thaw. The -2F windchill today says otherwise. We are slow going.
They’re back! The bok choy is growing!
Spring, is that you? Are you coming? We’re waaaaaaaiting.
Why winter is the worst and we all hate it
You’re about to have heard ALL of this horseshit before from someone in your life somewhere.
I’m having a particularly sour winter day that only conflates my general displeasure with the arctic season so innately central to my state’s stupid history. (See? Look how shitty I was just acting there).
I just hate winter. It’s the worst. I hate it. I hate hate it. I haaaaate it. I could move away and never see snow again and be HAPPY. Forever. And no, I wouldn’t miss it at Christmas. No, I would never miss it ever. I would never, ever miss it. It sucks and I hate it.
I hate winter so much I don’t even think I would hate fuck it.
I value winter for all of THREE DAYS because it’s like that acquaintance who doesn’t know when to shut up or leave or stop eating all the goddamn cheese on the tray. And I really like cheese so that’s unfair.
So here’s “Why winter is the worst and we all hate it”
- I can’t ride my road bike because the streets are preferred transportation for ice skating.
- Alternate side street parking.
- It’s fucking cold.
- The snow makes the roads like 45% smaller thus impacting street parking.
- It’s 0F sometimes.
- The only warm thing I come in contact with outside is when I have to pick up my dog’s shit in a plastic bag.
- It’s windy.
- Everything dies.
- Sometimes it’s 8F.
- I have to put a sweater on my dog. A sweater. On my dog. STUPID.
- All I want to do is eat and sleep.
- Our winter is essentially November-May which is 5 months too long.
- I have to keep putting leather and suede protector on my boots thus likely contributing to the emissions of CFCs and other noxious gasses.
- I have to wear winter boots. All the time. They’re heavy.
- I run from building to building. What even is “outside”?
- Sometimes it’s -5F.
- My front hall closet is 800xs more full of shit: multiple coats, multiple coat shells, multiple scarves, multiple hats, multiple boots. There’s just shit everywhere.
- It’s usually pretty miserable to run outside.
- I get fatter.
- You have to invest in special winter clothing to stay warm.
- Sometimes there’s ice but it’s hidden underneath snow and that shit is so dangerous.
- People say, “Maybe it’ll be a White Christmas!” Who cares? I hope global warming means we NEVER do.
- I forget that the sun is warm. Is it?
- My coat gets covered in a wonderfully toxic mix of soot, salt, ice and wintry mix run-off.
- Sometimes it’s hard to breathe outside.
- I get whiter.
- I’m in a perpetual state of pissed off-ness.
- My carpet gets stained with salt and ice.
- My indoor plants get super, super pissed.
- I have to put BALLOON BOOTIES on my dog’s feet to protect her footpads from salt and ice.
- I can’t walk anywhere because it’s too: snowy or icy or cold or windy or all of the above.
- Ice gets on your car.
- Ice gets in your car.
- Your car is cold. Cold steering wheel = awful.
- Your car has to “warm up” for ten minutes.
- You always have to have 1/4 tank of gas because, you know, it could get cold and FREEZE.
- The Memorial Union Terrace is closed.
- My hair gets flat and deflated much like my soul.
Why do you hate winter? Or what are your Top 3 “Winter Hates?” I tried to just write 10 but we can see where that all went.
Regardless, I hope it’s warmer where ever you are, you lucky bastard!