What if Snow Miser is my personal trainer?
As you know, Snow Miser and I do not have the most pleasant relationship.
In fact, you might say that the Ice Imp hates my guts, and has vowed to make my life a living Ice Age to get back at me for a slight indiscretion I made in college.
Okay, I stole his girlfriend, but that was ages ago.
And to be honest, I did the guy a favor, and can say with certainty that I suffered greatly for my poor decision.
So no need for the personal vendetta.
You’d think the guy would let it go already, but every winter, he comes at me with everything he’s got. I’ve tried to apologize, I’ve called for a truce, but still, he keeps pounding Maine with blizzard after blizzard.
All because I was an idiot back in college.
But this morning, it occurred to me that maybe my nemesis has had a change of heart.
This Deep Thought rattled around my head just after I’d finished my morning run through the snow. The aforementioned run had taken place only after I’d shoveled all the snow out of my driveway.
And I realized that was the third time in about a week and a half that I’d done one of my Winter Workouts: shoveling the steep, massive driveway of The House on the Hill, and then going for a run.
I make no secret of the fact that I run almost every morning. Snow Miser could wait until later in the day to make my commute a stressing disaster, but instead he plans his storms so that I am forced to bust out the shovel before I run.
It’s like he wants to make sure I get the extra workout, burn some more calories, and really work my arms and shoulders as I clear the snow.
Yeah. Snow Miser is my personal trainer.
There’s really no other way to look at it.
Could this mean he’s finally ready to forgive me? Is he willing to let go of his grudge? Can Maine escape the New Ice Age once and for all?
I promise to keep you posted, Modern Philosophers, but I’m pretty sure I’m right about this whole personal trainer thing…