To whom it may concern up there:

When I said that I “loved winter running” I did not have in mind the following:

  • Inches and inches of sugar-snow mixed with sand so as to make running in Madison akin to running on a beach, just without the waves, soft breeze, or balmy temperatures;
  • Paths along roads that look like sidewalks, and act like sidewalks, and seemingly used to be sidewalks, but that have somehow been transformed into 3′ x 4-mile ice rinks;
  • Temperatures so cold that my Vizslas have actually refused to venture outside;
  • An outdoor landscape where even the middle of the road isn’t a safe place to run, given the ice-packed medians, and whole side streets that look more like bobsled tracks for cars;
  • Rain, then snow, then rain…all in the same day;
  • More of that scheduled for Sunday.

And if you think I’m whining, I’m not. I have company. Here, here, and here. And I’m sure elsewhere, too.

And I know we chose to live here and all of that — blah blah blah– but this has passed the point of ridiculousness. So please make it stop. Now.

Thanks,
Erin