Adventuring with Alia

Chronicles of a distance runner


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This is not California: the beginning of winter in CO

Last spring, as I was spreading the word of my approaching move out of state, I received a certain reaction many times. It would generally consist of a pause, sometimes a head tilt, and something along the lines of:

“You know it snows there, right?”

Yes. Duh. I knew that living in Colorado would mean learning to grapple with a bit more of a winter than I had grown up with. Luckily my move in June secured a handful of fairly warm months before the snow started. And now…it’s actually beginning.

Last Thursday, I woke up to a blanket of white outside which was equally frigid as it was beautiful.

Snow daze

Growing up in Northern California, snow days were a phenomenon that I only saw in movies. I didn’t really have a grasp on what a “snow day” would actually be like, but I knew that I wanted it…mainly because it would consist of no school and also probably a good amount of hot chocolate and other wonderful things I was positive I was being deprived of.

Unfair

Snow day = a “Christmas-y” day of sorts, right? Sounds logical. It’s understandable why I would find it upsetting that I did not get to partake in this sensational experience. Not to worry though; I’m about to do the “snow” thing many times over in the coming months.

Impact on training

Unfortunately the beautiful white stuff outside also makes for some less-than-ideal running conditions from time to time.

Friday was one of those days.

Our usual morning workout was pushed indoors to the human gerbil machines (treadmills) to avoid ice. Luckily HTS Elite has access to the awesome facilities over at Rally Sport here in Boulder. We took over the long line of treadmills, and noisily got our various workouts in.

Treadmill workout

 

Photos curtesy of Brad Hudson

To be honest, there is a part of me that is childishly excited about the snow. I’ve never experienced a white holiday season, and even as cold as it is, the beauty is astounding. Looking up at the Flatirons covered in a silvery dust is breathtaking.

However, I’m generally surrounded by people who have a fairly good idea of what to expect from coming months; they’ve already been here through a full winter and spring cycle. And I’ve heard many times over that the worst is by far yet to come.

So, we’ll see how this attitude of excitement fluctuates as the cold persists past the holiday season and into track.

But for now, I’m enjoying the change in seasons and white-dusted surroundings.

snow covered