Exciting News, Chronic Readers!
Ok, you may not be as excited as I am. I do think snow is pretty awesome. I mean, really, frozen water falling from the sky into fluffy white piles of icicle wondrousness? It’s my favorite!
At least until I realize that I can’t really leave the house due to unplowed roads and nutty drivers, and I had about a zillion errands I needed to run today…
Oh well, not important!
Because it’s Snowing!
One of the best things about snow is all the creative work-out opportunities it presents (snowball fights, building snowmen, making snow angels-which is really just doing jumping jacks while lying down). I was getting a little bored with my run/walk to nowhere on the treadmill, so I was totally jazzed to get outside this morning and shovel.
Yep, I shoveled!
To all of my readers who live North of the Mason-Dixon line and who shovel more often than not during the winter months, please don’t think me crazy. I haven’t been able to shovel since I was 12, so you can bet I am dancing a happy dance; at least, I plan to once I defrost enough to feel my feet again.
When I looked out the window, it seemed like the snow was tapering off. It was light and fluffy when I took the dog out a few minutes before. I figured now was a good time to get this show on the road, that way it would be easier to do a second time later, should we need to venture out.
It took like, 5 whole minutes to get my gear on- boots, gloves, scarf, hat, giant puffy jacket that is long enough to cover my bum. Then I had to actually find the shovel, as it had been relegated to the back of the rake/shovel pile as it’s been nearly 11 months since we needed it last. A big swig of Gatorade, and I was ready to go!
The funny thing about snow is that it is strangely de-sensory. De-sensory isn’t a word, I know, but I can’t think of the actual word I want to use… What I mean is that it muffles out all sound, so the street is eerily quiet. It blankets over everything; suddenly all you see is white. So, standing there, in a quiet, all-white chasm, it felt like I had completely forgotten where the driveway was- I spent the first few minutes shoveling out a bit of grass, which was really just mud.
At least it created a reference point from which to work from.
I tried to approach the task in a systematic way, first shoveling straight down the edges of the driveway (so I could find it!) and then working my way across.
You know what?
It was hard.
Snow does not mess around, let me tell you.
That <stuff> is heavy.
All I kept thinking was that I had not adequately fortified myself for this task. My morning bowl of oatmeal was not the breakfast of champions I thought it to be. “Clearly, when this is over,” I thought to myself, “I’m going to have to make a massive stack of chocolate chip pancakes and drink a liter of hot cocoa in order to make up for it.”
I finally made it to the end of the driveway, and leaned on the shovel, ready to revel in my defeat of the snowstorm, when I looked back at where I had just been.
It was completely covered!
The snow was not in any way slowing down; in fact, it was snowing harder than ever. I had a good quarter of an inch growing on my shoulder like moss on a stone.
But, but, but… How will anyone know of my accomplishment if it disappears as soon as I’m done?
Thank goodness I have a blog, so I can tell everyone about it.
My sister got home a few minutes later, after a failed attempt to get to work, and I’m sure she appreciated not stepping into inches of frozen powder in her good work shoes.
I was paid in high-fives for my efforts.
This is a picture of her car tire, which easily glided into our clear-ish driveway after a painful journey through unplowed roads:
But really, shoveling is quite a workout! It apparently burns 223 calories for every half hour you plow.
I was right- the oatmeal wasn’t enough.
I’m off to make those pancakes now.
Goodness knows I’ve earned them!
Do you like snow days, Chronic reader? Who does the shoveling at your house?