Boom, boom, boom.
I looked at my phone and it was only 6:45AM. Boom, boom, boom. What the heck is going on?!
Apparently my mom decided to be all Fast And Furious, and tried to ram through the snowbank at the end of our driveway so she could get to work. Bad idea. Her car got stuck, and she was trapped. She stormed back inside the house and woke up my dad so he could shovel the snow and get her out. Being the good daughter that I am, I decided to go outside and help. The both of us didn’t bother putting on our contacts or change out of our PJ’s, so it was sort of like the blind leading the blind. We finally got her out, and I went back inside to sleep. Damn snow.
Day #19 is finally here …I’m almost at Week #4! Today is cardio day, and Lisa wanted me to put my runners on, pump up the jams, and run. Clearly Lisa didn’t look outside, because it’s freaking Winter Wonderland. Sigh. I wrapped myself up in layers, layers, and more layers, and braved the cold weather. At least I finally got myself a pair of gloves, unlike my last snow run:
I’m just a little obsessed with neon green.
The run was actually a lot of fun. There was a lot of hopping and jumping over snowbanks, and all the high knees, tuck jumps and squats that Lisa made me do actually paid off. There were other people who were just as crazy as me and running in this weather. Oh look at us, we are so hardcore.
I was surprised that I didn’t slip at all – that was my biggest fear of running in the snow. My calves will probably be a bit sore tomorrow from running on an uneven surface for over an hour, but I guess this is all part of training. I was really exhausted halfway through from my excessive hopscotching, so I tried not to be too crazy and just walked over the snowbanks instead.
At one point during my run, I saw a car rolling up to a red light as I was crossing the street. My gut told me to slow down, just in case the car were to slip from the ice and couldn’t stop. Except the car didn’t stop. I slipped a bit, and stood there staring at the driver. She didn’t see me. She didn’t see me in my bright unicorn vomit gear, until her car pulled up right beside me. I waved. She looked up and was utterly shocked. Her mouth hung open as she came to the realization that she almost hit me. I shrugged my shoulders, went around her car and continued my run. Phew, I didn’t die.
Fellow hardcore runners, be careful out there. It doesn’t matter if you wear reflective gear, bright clothes, or flashing lights – there are clueless drivers, bad weather conditions, and crazy unexpected situations. Even if it’s not your fault, you don’t want to lose a limb. So be safe!