Will It Ever End?

Even now, in late February while spring is bursting out on other peoples blogs and on the news in other places, and despite the fact it’s been the warmest winter on record and I find myself running through mushy puddles when I'm outside training, and other people are enjoying lunch, sitting outside at cafe tables on the south side of concrete buildings, despite all that I don’t have any desire, like some of my gardening friends, to create real spring, by starting seeds under the fluorescent lights in my basement, or anywhere else because, damn it, it’s still winter.

To prove it I can show you photos of the two feet of snow that still surrounds my house, and, it’s snowing again for the second time this week.

Ok, so its been nice to only feed the woodstove the occasional log and to hardly ever feel the need to crank up the baseboard heaters, to be able to go for a run outside without the fear of frostbite, on the tender skin of my face or my long suffering fingers and toes and to only have started the snow blower a handful of times.

But, skiing for the most part has been shitty to nonexistent. It's depressing to spend the better part of a morning climbing up a mountain, wishfully thinking the snow will get lighter and drier, but it doesn’t. Instead of slush the mountains further north have ice. Slicker than a Teflon frying pan it can be dangerous in the bumps and boringly stupefying on the groomed.

Desperate for something exciting and stimulating to do between intense periods of writing I've stated knitting again, only to find it exacerbated the pain in my shoulder, already sore with an RSS injury from too much trackpadding on the MacBook.

I almost think I should buy a big screen, HDV TV and a satellite dish, the only way I can get TV, so I can watch the Olympics in comfort, rather than squinting and cursing at the poor graphic quality and sketchy feed of the CTVOlympics.ca stream over the internet.