Monday, February 11, 2013

Summer arrives with a length of light

What we are witnessing outside are the first blows of Spring being delivered to Winter. They are slow, methodical body shots of a welterweight meant to weaken their opponent. You'll see only a quick evidence of them in days like today when you can smell the mud and hear the water from melting snow banks making their way to swell the rivers. Rivers that, unfortunately, will be frozen again by the weekend. 
Winter is a heavyweight and won't go down easy. He is tall and thick and limber and hits like the devil, looking for his young opponent to drop his glove. Right hook, connect, 19 degrees with snow. Spring stumbles back, dazed and shaken.
It is the classic underdog story though. Eventually the Cinderella of the Seasons will land the hits he needs: jab, cross, uppercut, body, body, uppercut. Winter's down for the count.
Not today, however. Today Spring has capitalized on Winter's cocksure winner's attitude that has been built up over the last few months of snowfall and sub-zero temperatures. He underestimated Spring's right cross, left hook combo and took it straight on the chin. A mistake he won't make again soon.

So get out today. Go for a run, take a hike, get a little muddy. Quickly, before Winter has a chance to recover. 

Monday, February 4, 2013

The Wind in the Hollow

There are generally very, very few things that will keep me in. Growing up living on top of Valley Forge Rd in Duncansville, I am very used to the wind coming down through the hollow. Especially in Winter time. However, living on top of the hill in Pensyl Hollow is a different beast. 
I've been woken every morning at 5:30, my normal weekly run time, and then pulled immediately back into bed by the wind actively trying to huff and puff and blow the house in. Wind is the enemy, especially at these temperatures. Obviously, while thunder and lightning, heavy snow storms and other natural disasters (I swear to you I ran through a tornado once whilst in college! It was Spring though, so the wind was welcomed then... I'm a bit of a hypocrite.) don't keep me in, cold + wind does. Do you share my hatred for frozen face masks/buffs during the run? The group run through the Cove on Saturday was a perfect example of the conditions I despise. 

Now, you may ask, how much of that is actually the wind and how much is Wintertime Blues? And on top of that, how much is it Adam just being a REAL big baby? I'm still trying to figure that out myself. I'd say equal parts Blues and Baby. The wind has always been, it's just recently I refuse to play outside in it. Being the beginning of February, and having run and survived the past few weeks in single degree, negative wind chill conditions, I believe I may just be tired of this white stuff crap. 

My affinity for sweet things has not dwindled, however, and so I earnestly await Spring. Spring with all her mud and water and birds and trail runs and cool mornings warming to beautiful afternoons. A perfect time of year for a campfire, second only to Fall when we foolishly welcome the chillier months back into our lives. (Summer really is too dang hot for a fire; I blame movies for making this foolish practice seem like a good idea.) 

So here I sit, mapping out a run through some new territory. I'm praying there's trees up there to break the wind this evening.