It's only officially been winter for 9 days and I am all set. We've already:
- Plummeted into the single digits multiple days
- Seen more than a foot of snow
- Had to navigate our way over ice - both the standard and the black versions
- Ordered tank of oil after tank of oil
- Written multiple checks to the plow guy
And guess what? More snow arrives this week, apparently. Models range from 6 inches to 4 FEET.
I know. I moved to New England. I wanted snow. I wanted seasons. Living in picturesque, perfect San Luis Obispo, CA falls on deaf ears when you are a kid. The grass is always greener, isn't it?
I no longer find this grass green:
I think I'm finding this winter particularly frustrating because it is killing my fitness mojo. It is too cold and icy and gross to get out and I have yet to join a gym.
I did drop $200 at REI in the middle of the night on Christmas for new trail running sneakers with (apparently) great traction and other assorted cold weather exercise gear.
Maybe I should have ordered snowshoes.
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