Finally, some semblance of Spring has arrived here in the tundra. And while I love being able to wear shorts again, I can’t help but feel homesick. I used to love when the three whole weeks of winter ended in the South. Sandal season was upon us, and the frat boys started playing shirtless Frisbee again on the parade grounds. Screw Christmas: that is the most wonderful time of the year.
Totally different here though. Once you get past the bipolar temperature changes (how did I ever survive 18 years of this?) and the fact that it still snows in April, you have to adjust to the locals. I’ve traded my ripped twenty-somethings for my idiot neighbors who, despite being decidedly less attractive, are sadly also shirtless. Currently there are no less than 11 of them outside trying to assemble a tent in their front yard. I’m getting some entertainment out of watching them get outsmarted by the canvas, but I know it’s the beginning of a long and annoying warm spell. I’ve tried in the past to be accepting/understanding/tolerant of their lifestyle, but I think we’re past that point. They swarm around the neighborhood like its some kind of redneck Calcutta, and frankly I find them exhausting. Plus I don’t like that they swear more than I do. That’s an impressive feat in itself, and leads me to believe they’re capable of all kinds of shenanigans. Ex: one of them just rode by on his bike making what I can only assume were dog noises while doing wheelies. Tell me my concerns are unfounded.
There is a bright side though: today was my first outdoor run since my not-so-triumphant return to the tundra. It was just a mile and it totes almost killed me, but it was worth it. With any luck I’ll be back to a normal speed before August. Then I can start actually running entire 5Ks without having to take walk breaks. I hate those. I always feel so lame when I have to shuffle off to the side and let the real runners go, while I hang out with the old ladies who are only there for the tee shirts. Granted most of the time I’m only there for the tee shirt too, but this year I’m determined to be legit. I have an iPod shuffle and everything. Bring. It.
No serious musings today, too many work- out endorphins to think about anything depressing. I do feel better though…like my inner writer isn’t in too deep of a coma. Maybe I’ll get around to that great American novel after all. For tonight though, I am all about finishing “Water for Elephants”. Don’t let the fact that a sparkly tool box is playing the main character in the movie turn you away; it is a ridiculously good book. In fact, go read it now before they ruin the original. Just buy the cover without aforementioned sparkler on it. Kthanks.
Anyway, good night non-existent readers! Go enjoy the nice weather! And if you happen to be in my beloved home state, eat a watermelon snow ball for me.
Xoxo
Elyse
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