Winter is always a difficult time to stay motivated with my running program. I always used to take winters off, which meant I then spent the entire spring and summer trying to take the winter weight off.
So I’ve vowed to keep hitting the road despite the snow, ice, cold, wind, creepy Snowmen stalkers, and Snow Miser.
But this year, it’s been rough. And it’s not even technically winter yet.
In Maine, however, winter starts on October 1, and there is plenty of snow on the ground as a result of a big storm, that didn’t quite live up to its hype, but still left a mess in it wake earlier this week.
This is my first winter running down on the river walk, and it’s been a challenge already because of the way the frigid wind blasts in off the water.
Being the wellness activist that I am, I decided to call City Hall on Thursday to complain about this stupid decision.
I was told that Parks & Rec has decided not to plow it because they were afraid people would slip on the path, and then slide into the river.
I countered that it was more likely that people would go the slip and slide route if the path wasn’t cleared of snow and ice. I argued that the river walk was much safer than trying to run, walk, or bike on the roads where vehicles had to be factored into the equation.
So far, there has been no response from Parks & Rec, and I have no doubt in my mind that this is a “Ron Swanson hates helping tax payers” type of situation.
Needless to say, my runs have been challenging this week. My first day out after the storm, I could barely make it along the path. It was rather discouraging, my feet took forever to thaw, and I felt like I could make better time just by walking.
I was able to convince myself to get out there, but I didn’t have much hope.
The motivation to run was gone, and I was fairly certain I’d trudge down to the water, see all the snow, and head right back to The House on the Hill.
But something about the view this morning took hold of me. The Penobscot River was frozen over, and I could’ve run across it to visit Stephen King in Bangor. I felt like I was in a postcard, and that silly idea gave me all the motivation I needed.
Clearly, my fellow exercise enthusiasts had not been deterred by the city’s refusal to plow. So many people had used the path in the days since the storm that I could see a trail of snow flattened down by all the foot traffic.
So I ran along that makeshift path, which made my run less difficult. Sure, it was still slippery in places, but running is more exciting when you throw in the occasional pitfall.
I soon learned that some plowing had been done by the restaurant at the end of the path, so I extended my run along the restaurant’s parking lot and the street in front of it.
It’s not like I’m in love with running, but we’ve decided to start seeing each again.
And that’s better than nothing, especially now when it would be so tempting to just stay inside under the covers, and eat all the comfort foods.
I went out expecting to find an excuse not to run, but instead found renewed interest in the snow. I guess that’s why we shovel, because we never no what we might find once we clear away the mess Snow Miser has left behind…