No Traction, No Action

It is still snowing.  I want to run a little speed work.  Well, where is Ms. Stone and her ice pick when you need her?  The roads are a couple of inches of ice with a blanket of slick uneven white stuff all over them.  I find an open stretch that is sure to be a Fatal Attraction.  Or, maybe it will be a Close call to a bruised hip.  Only one way to find out.  I bop my boxer sized mitts together.  OK Ivan, I must break you, too.  I run as fast as I can for five minutes down the road.  Like some looney tune winding up his legs before the actual escape, I move a relatively very small distance.  No traction.  No action.

I wish it would stop snowing.  Today it is going to rain on the snow.  Be careful what you wish for.

~ by drea on December 27, 2008.