Seattle has had the best winter storm of my lifetime (a quarter century). The airports are cancelling flights, so my friends are stuck in town. Thereâ€™s enough snow that I canâ€™t see pavement within a 1 block radius of my house, and the pavement I see on the highway is just two ruts through an unplowed bump-n-grind of ice-n-snow.
So weâ€™ve been stuck at home, and limiting out trips away. The pools were closed last week, which kept me out of the water for a full day, and the IMA at U of Washington has been closed, so even if I could get there I canâ€™t use the treadmill. HSP is definitely too hard to get to for me in this weather, so – since I refuse to try running on ice – Iâ€™ve really struggled with running the past few days. Until today anyway, when I went in and signed up for a seven day free trial of Goldâ€™s Gym. YAY for taking advantage of a gym that charges so much for membership that Iâ€™m not sure how they have any members. (My opinion might change if I find out itâ€™s like cars where they give you one price and you pay something much less, but right now I canâ€™t see why you would pay a $270 â€œinitiation feeâ€ to join a 1200 square foot gym with 20 cardio machines (treadmills and ellipticals a small free weight section and a minimal weight machine department.) They do have nice treadmills, however, and tonight I ran with my friend Matt Camp from Honolulu, who is in town visiting on his way to Walla Walla, Washington to see his parents. But more about the Camps in a second.
Sunday night my mom decided that there was way too much snow outside for her to keep my Christmas present hidden any longer. Around 9pm she busts out a pair of skate skis, boots, and poles and announces that we will be doing a late night Nordic ski adventure. I probably would have protested that I needed to sleep and that it wasnâ€™t on my training plan, but when your mother gives you an early Christmas present and says you should go exploring late at night, only an idiot would say no.
We headed out and skied down the Burk Gilman trail. Her on classic cross country skis and me skating through the powder. It was among the best late night adventure Iâ€™ve had, and it was with my mother â€“ which really makes it much better. The trail had a ton of snow. We only went about a mile and a half up the trail and back, which took a long time due to both the frequency of photo taking and our combined inexperience with Nordic skiing.
What I find hilarious about snow in Seattle is that any native Seattleite will tell you that, â€œit never snows in Seattle, and when it does itâ€™s gone in a day.â€ This is true 9 of 10 years, which is why the city has no means of clearing roadways or otherwise operating in the event of a â€œsnow stormâ€ (we only got about 8 to 12 inches over the course of 4 days). Meanwhile, the transplants (non-native Seattleites) always relish in memories of towns they left behind, â€œback in Michigan this wouldnâ€™t even be considered a â€˜stormâ€™, itâ€™s a normal winter day. We certainly wouldnâ€™t get off from school or be allowed to miss work!" And youâ€™ll hear this exact exchange of phrases in just about every social setting you go to over the course of the snow days. Some find it annoying, and some just donâ€™t seem to notice the monotony of it. I choose to laugh.
Back to the Camp family. It looks like no flights are able to go to Eastern Washington, so when Mattâ€™s younger sister was in Seattle on a layover today, her connecting flight was cancelled. I ended up telling her to get on a bus so she could come stay with us until she figures out how to get to her parentâ€™s place. Now I have Mr. And Mrs. Campâ€™s children, and Iâ€™m holding them for ransom. I love house guests, so now that Aaronâ€™s gone (he flew to Nebraska today) it just seems fitting that Katie Camp would fall right into the vacancy.