Thursday, March 5, 2015



We got about 3 inches of snow last night (unfortunately, at least some of it is on top of ice because we got a couple hours of freezing rain before the pretty stuff started).

I woke up at 2:30 to go to the bathroom and my husband went after I did.  I had gotten back in bed and he looked out the window and told me there was snow.

I couldn't get it out of my head, so I gave up and got up and looked out.  And then I felt like I had no other choice than to get dressed in sweats, coat, scarf, hat, and gloves and go for a walk around the block.

Yes, all this was between 2:45 and 3 a.m. 

There was one woman out walking her dog and she said she wasn't sure if she should say good morning or good night. 

I loved making my own little set of footprints in the snow before anyone else has done so. 

Needless to say, there was no running with my buddies this morning -- we are certified Texas wimps, and I'm okay with taking a rest day on the 0-4 days per year of weather like this.  Mad props to everyone who deals with it all winter long ...

Friday, February 27, 2015

Partial Retraction

I have long-maintained that it wasn't that Dallas drivers are bad in bad conditions, but that in fact everyone would have major issues with the typical bad Dallas weather. 

Usually, when Dallas has winter weather in the form of precipitation, it's freezing rain, ice, and sleet. 

I truly believe that no one can drive on ice.  All cities would have to shut down and cars that were out in it would have a good chance of wrecking.

I still believe that.

But today, it's snowing in Dallas.  Legitimate snow.  They're saying we might get an inch in Dallas, maybe even 1.5.  Normal people can drive in that without any big incident.  I've concluded Texans can't. 

My office closed early today.  I usually work from home on Fridays, but we had an important meeting set for this afternoon, with several people coming in from out of the country.  They had been in Chicago the last few days.  They flew to Dallas, landed around 11, looked around and decided to get right back on a flight to Chicago.  They didn't even try to make it to our office.  So meeting canceled, I headed home. 

I was particularly nervous about driving home.  It's only about 4 miles by highway, but this morning, I got a flat tire on the way to work.  Someone was waving at me on the highway, rolled down his window, and then shouted at me that I had a flat.  It was weird because I hadn't felt it yet.  My exit was less than 2 miles away, and it never started flapping, so I drove all the way to the office.  Not smart, I know, but this meeting was super important, I was wearing shoes that hurt my feet, and it was super-cold out. 

Roadside assistance came to work and put on my spare (driving on the flat meant it ended up with a huge rip in it).  So I knew I couldn't drive over 50.  I was trying to decide whether to take the highway or take side streets (for the most part, my running commute).  I can see the highway from my office, and it was moving slowly, so that was my decision.

Texans can't drive in the snow.  The rest of the country (or at least a large part of it) can.  We are highly deficient here. 

About an inch of lovely powdery snow.  The news right now is reporting a 40 CAR pileup on the highway near our house (further north of us, but same road).  They've said it's maybe only 17 cars, but one of their reporters is saying 40.  But that's not normal.  That's Texas-sized ridiculousness.

I get it, we just don't get any practice driving in it, but it just shouldn't be this hard. 

It took me more than 30 minutes to drive the almost 4 miles home, but now I'm safe and sound and tucked in, and by the time my husband gets off work, hopefully the bulk of people will have gotten home, so it won't be as bad. 

Friday, February 20, 2015

Relative Cold

It is so hard for me to get out of bed in the morning and go run when it's cold out and I've given up caffeine for 40 days.  I KNOW that most of the country is much colder than we are.

I sometimes check my parents' weather to remind me I'm lucky.  This was yesterday morning:

But it's still not fun.  I love mild weather running.  Anything between 40 and 60 makes me so excited to get out there. 
And once I get going, even if it's in the 30s, I'm always fine.  It's the getting out of bed, getting dressed, and getting out of my car that is the issue.
I'm ready for spring.  We've been in the 60s and 70s for highs lately, but they say it's going to drop next week, which is moot for me since I get a guaranteed cold front -- a work trip to Philly.
Anyway, just b!tching, sharing what's on my mind...

Wednesday, February 18, 2015


This morning, due to a combination of factors (primarily being a post-boot-camp nap), I was late in leaving the house to go to work.  I don't have to be at my desk at any specific time, so it wasn't a big deal, but it was just later than I like to get there.

I decided to drop off a pair of shoes on the way that need the heels repaired.  I figured it would be in-and-out since it's less than a block off the highway on my way to work.

I got there, one person working inside, dealing with one customer.  With 1,000 pairs of shoes or so, each of which she wanted to disucss in detail.  What would be the exact repair process, how much would it cost, what would her total be if she repaired pair x and y, but not pair z, what about y and z, what about all of them. 

I was standing there waiting, and waiting, and waiting.  He was being so nice to he, explaining all this stuff about heel wear, and leather patches and everything.

After I was about to have my blood pressure truly rupture something inside because I had been waiting so long already, I decided to count very slowly to 500. 

And then I just left. 

Sucks.  A total wasted trip.  But seriously, I just felt like I didn't have time for that $hit.  He acknowledge I was waiting, or call for someone else to come help me, or make any effort to hurry her along. 

I know I'm far too impatient.  But man, it was just too much today!