The weatherperson was hinting at snow in a way that made it apparent that there wasn't actually going to be any. I can't bear the way weather segments, like everything else on TV or in print these days, needs to vie for our attention with maybe-just-maybe drama angling that rarely proves out.
Don't we just want to know what the weather is likely to be, as opposed to being teased with not-going-to-happen hopes for snow or sunshine or whatever else the meteorologist thinks we'd prefer? And while I'm ranting (and then I'll move on, I promise), when did the person who was the weatherman morph from a homely character I couldn't help but trust even though he was wrong at least 50% of the time into a surgically enhanced spokesmodel who leaves me doubting he or she possesses proper weather foretelling credentials?
There will eventually be a tie-in to running here, I think.
Sundays are running days and, should that offend anyone, go ahead and consider that for me running is resting and so, if nothing else, I'm honoring my Christian upbringing on a technicality. Growing up in "the church", I've seen enough bending of the rules to not think that logging double-digit trail miles on the 7th day of the week on our modern calendar is enough to banish me to hell.
Not all on its own.
Sundays with snow? THAT is a gift from heaven, but not one likely to happen tomorrow. Admittedly it was only through a television screen, but I looked right into the eyes of Weather Woman and she wasn't fooling me.
The mild winter has enabled me to get in a ton of miles at varying efforts and I'm feeling really good about my current conditioning. Tomorrow should bring more miles and build on the endurance that is my current point of focus.
BUT, I'd trade it for a day of play in the snow.
Those daydreams led to me digging through the files on my computer looking for run/snow photos and I found a short video clip from a trip west I took last April. Down (and it's all relative when the "low" elevation on the trip was 7,000 feet) in Escalante, Utah, the temperatures were brisk and the wind was a constant. No snow, though. Which is why I hopped in the rental car and drove an hour further southwest to the beautiful Bryce Canyon.
Never been? Go.
Starting from Rainbow Point (9,115 ft), I encountered the snow I was craving and it accompanied me for several miles as I descended the breathtaking Under the Rim trail.
I was nursing an Achilles strain at the time and even running downhill I could feel the effects of altitude, so the going wasn't fast. Throw in a bit of snow and ice and scenery that made me want to stop every five seconds and that pace slowed even further.
At some point I decided to see what my point-and-shoot camera could capture on its video setting and here's what I got:
Just by getting out tomorrow, I'm going to have a blast. The time outdoors (time NOT indoors) and shared moments with friends is blessing enough. But, I know my mind will mull over from time to time how much more fun we could be having if there was just a bit of the white stuff to plow through.
So, cut the crap, weather folk, and bring me some winter before it's too late.