I. Am. Alive. (Hooray!)
After a very hectic work week, including a 2-day trip to Boston to an intensive training class (Don’t ask. I’m not even sure I can answer. My brain has BARELY returned to it’s normal state. It was mush a mere 4 days ago.), followed by a mad dash to return home before the End of The World and then that little asshole Nemo, I was pretty much toast. I am very happy to report that despite a bang up week, I managed 2 CrossFit classes and a full week of running despite massive intellectual stimulation, a hotel treadmill and The Blizzard.
Nemo, you crazy clownfish. What the hell was THAT? Sweet Baby Jesus. Now THAT was a BLIZZARD. In all of my life, I have never seen that much snow fall at a single clip. It was bananas. Here is the kicker. It’s Monday evening. Nemo reared his head Friday. I JUST saw a plow go by two hours ago. I have been grounded since I got home from Boston late Thursday night. No go. Roads impassable.
IT’S 4 F*CKING DAYS LATER PEOPLE?!?!?
Any more of this and I swear my “Check Liver” light is going to go on. I’d head to rehab if I had a snowmobile or sled dogs. (I’m sure my pups Leon James-The Mutt and Pearl Anne-The Beagle would LOVE dragging my pickled ass down the snow packed side streets.) Good Grief.
I have been absolutely LOVING Tina’s posts while I’ve been in Training Hell with cardiologists, electro physiologists, other Mensa members and…oh yeah. Me. I especially loved Tina’s Nemo Breakdown By the Numbers. Since Tina and I live along opposite ends of the Connecticut shoreline, I figured I’d chime in with what’s happening in my neck of the woods. So without further ado, here is my take on Nemo:
Total inches of snow accumulation in my town: 33 inches (as per town officials)
Number of cross-country skiers seen gliding down my road: 1 (My Boyfriend)
Number of snow shoeing fools running around town: 1 (Me. I ran just shy of 4 miles snow shoeing right down the middle of the roads into the center of town. Beautiful. Peaceful. Ridiculously Difficult.)
Number of people who asked me if I was insane: 5 (“I know right! But I’m training for a marathon!!!”)
Time at which
my kids my dogs came in from sledding tearing ass around our yard on Friday night: 8:00 PM.
movies epidsodes of Pawn Stars watched: 24 (I’m not kidding. I love ChumLee.)
Number of miles run in YakTrax: 11 (5 miles during the actual Blizzard. They. Rock.)
Number of miles run in snow shoes: 4 (Heart Rate pegged at TILT.)
Number of minutes spent spinning on my bike: 60
Number of squats with heavy shovel fulls of snow: 58
Cups of cocoa consumed: 6 (No need to discuss wine, rum or beer. Why don’t we leave it at cocoa shall we? Great.)
Number of times I wiped dirty wet paws: 24
children beagles getting stuck in a snowdrift trying to intimidate a collie: 1 (“Is that all you got Lassie? You ever heard of Snoopy, bitch?” My beagle doesn’t take shit.)
Number of boyfriends falling off of ladders into snowdrifts while chipping ice out of gutters: 1 (My Hero.)
Time at which the town finally got to my road with a plow: 5PM MONDAY NIGHT. (And still there is not a patch of pavement to been seen.)
Number of snow shovels destroyed by heavy snow: 1 (And it was our favorite.)
Number of electric fences destroyed by The Farmer, my good Samaritan neighbor, who got a little overzealous with the plow attached to his John Deere Tractor : 1
Number of dogs rejoicing with their new found freedom: 2 (Leon James and Pearl Anne.)
Number of runners seen running down my road : 2 (Me and the Other Crazy Lady who runs with 2 Husky’s. Fitting really. Very “Iditarod”.)
Time at which My Boyfriend and I kicked off Happy Hour on Friday: I plead the Fifth too.
(And it ain’t over yet.)