We had 9 inches of snow fall last night. (That's about 23 centimeters, for all of you people who live in a measurement-progressive country). It was also zero degees F this morning, when I got up. (That's -17.8 Celsius or 255.37 degrees Kelvin). Here's a picture of the ol' homestead, with my trusty steed parked out front in the driveway and in the snow. Ironically, my wife's car is parked in the relatively toasty 45F garage, but I drove her to work today, since I have the all-wheel drive Honda Element. It's been a good vehicle. I've even slept in it on the starting lines of a couple of wilderness-area trail ultra runs, this past year. The after-dark trail run will be REAL FUN tonight. I told the group that I won't have us do any crossings of the Blue River. We will wuss-out and avoid getting our lower legs and feet wet tonight. It's probably a wise move.
I find ways to enjoy life as much as I can. Also, life's too short to treat people poorly.
I'm into long runs in the park, consuming salt, popping blisters,
eating roadkill & tree bark, and burying whiners in shallow, unmarked
graves. I also enjoy designing trail race courses that would make the
Marquis de Sade blush.
A fun time for me would include banging muddy shoes together, setting
broken bones with a machinist's vise, and duct-taping-down any part of my
body that is bleeding or just flopping-about uselessly.
What helps me to be an active trailrunner and grandpa?
1) Daily sponge baths with bovine stem cells;
2) Copious amounts of delicious & nutritious homebrewed beer; and
3) My secret elixir...Bicarbonate of Figleaf.