Walking around a little after work today getting some errands done helped me remember that winter will pass, but the walking around did make me miss some things I used to really enjoy long ago and not so long ago… particularly in warmer weather…
… running through the sprinkler
… after-work yoga at Laughing Lotus with Monica
… walking home from yoga in my yoga clothes
… ice cream treats from Dickie-Dee
… riding my bike to Red Rooster/Tags with Joc for our daily slush and donut
… jumping on the trampoline
… the smell of lip smackers
… listening to ’80’s hair bands on repeat
… frequent stops for froyo
… lake time with Jill
… Green Bay Resort in the Okanagan with Joc
… road trips to wherever
… green leaves and blossoms in Central Park
… walking out the front door and walking or running for hours
… patio dining
… long hours of daylight, waking up with the light and going to sleep as the sun goes down in the late evening
Sniff… I can’t wait for warmth.
Well, I do… but I’m trying to get over the dislike of the dark morning and value this time as mediative or a time to be productive.
I hate (and I don’t use that word often) dark mornings when I have to get up before I’m ready, but this week I have been finding the dark mornings somewhat comforting. A time I almost look forward to. I’d say it’s because the city that doesn’t sleep, does actually sleep in my neighborhood and I quite enjoy the quiet of it.
I like going for groceries or getting coffee before people come out and make the day noisy.
I revel in the quiet buzz of traffic before the honking starts.
I enjoy people’s morning moods, as they are still waking up before the stress of the day begins.
I take comfort in knowing that the time is mine. No one impeding on my morning thought stream for at least a little while. No voices or demands, just the white noise of my air purifier. I can chose to participate with the world at this time, or not.
I hate dark mornings – I said so this morning. But now thinking about that nice time I spent laying in the dark, letting my mind wake up, thinking insignificant thoughts, waiting for the light to come – I was missing what could potentially be the best part of any day. So I’m going to learn to like dark mornings. Love is a strong word, but maybe one day I will love them.
Yesterday I flew from my new home (which will be +17C this weekend, sniff) back home-home (-28C) for part of the holiday break. For the next few days I will be spending my time with my family mostly, and a handful of friends.
My first few visits back to Edmonton after moving to New York were always really really busy. I wanted to see all the friends I left behind: catch up, go out for dinner, drinks or whatever.
However, my last two or three visits have been different. I am spending less time running around to see the most people I can see, and more time with less people making our time together more valuable. And I think the time here is better spent. I’m not saying I don’t want to see anyone else, because that would be great, but sometimes it just doesn’t work out – and that’s okay. We all find our ways of keeping in touch.
So, happy holidays and enjoy your time together. And now I need some coffee because it is way too early to be blogging!
Ted Corbitt 15k in Central Park this am.
West side, looking at The San Remo, light flakes at this point (mile 1/5)
- 6 train up to 103 Street – good.
- Walked to 102 Street entrance of park – good.
- Baggage line – no big deal.
- Didn’t get my usual beginning of race instagram pic because I was waiting in the bag line – fine.
- Entered the corral area and started right away – awesome.
- Big flakes falling from the sky – pretty (and somewhat blinding).
- Nice run until … legs and butt became cold heavy bricks with extremely tight hip flexors! – no bueno.
- Slight struggle to physically push myself through this stiffness for about 3 miles (miles 3-6) – big thumbs down.
- Passed the start/finish at mile 5, sounds of Adam Levine getting his moves on – muy bueno.
- Music faded and kept trying to extend my legs back, kick my heels up and the like – not overly helpful.
- Mind and body back in the race around mile 7 – good.
- Wind started to pick up back on the east side miles 7/8 – thumbs down.
- Finished in decent time despite the minor hang ups – excellent.
Thin blanket, leaving the finish area heading back to the east side.
It’s not officially winter quite yet, but it definitely felt like it here today.
This week I saw on some website that Alberta is the coldest place on Earth, and is apparently as cold as Mars. So, spending 30 winters in Alberta should make me immune to NYC winters right? New York doesn’t get that cold! Come on! Ummm, wrong.
Although the temps may not dip to -40F/C here, I’m finding my Albertan blood and skin have not adapted to these damp frigid winters. Would I rather freeze my butt on a dry -40F/C day or a damp 16F/-8C day like today? I’m not sure.
Living in Edmonton all those years, you know what to expect. You expect the temps to drop in September, the snow to fall before Halloween and for it to remain on the ground until at least the end of March. As a community of drivers, you make sure your car-starter works and your block heater cord is out. You equip your car with your winter items, antifreeze, the extension cord to plug in at work, and sand in case you get stuck. You drive in the worst conditions: ice, ruts, blizzard white-out visibility, slush puddles that melt and refreeze, and think nothing of it.
Living here for the last several winters, my experience has been … different. I have no car to worry about and no winter driving to prepare for (and I don’t miss the car or the driving). I do have to bundle up for the walk to the subway, bus, to wherever or whatever festivity I’m headed to. I don’t miss being surrounded by snow for 6 months of the year, but now I do get excited when those big fluffy flakes fall… and leave only moisture on the ground.
So what am I trying to say? Winters vary from place to place and when you think you can handle one in one place, maybe you can’t in another (or vice versa)… or maybe you just have a new appreciation for it in a different time and place.