Smith vs. Snow

One thing is true: there is nothing valuable about snow. The way I see it, snow is water that's biounavailable. It's beauty is fleeting; if it sticks around for more than a day is becomes grayer and uglier than Momma's hair from "Momma's Family." Or if the sun comes out, it melts into a slippery layer of ice, rendering wintertime running impossible.

I went out for a run today on my favorite route, the Capitol Crescent Trail, and I got about half a mile into it when I had to stop: the whole trail was covered with nasty iciness. I turned and ran the other way up the trail, only to meet the same sight a mile up that way. Resignedly, I turned home and fought my way through the cold. (Did I mention it's cold?) What a waste! I don't know why they even bother selling cold weather running gear here. They should sell crutches and splints for the broken legs you'll get attempting to run on the ice.

Another potentially bad thing about my run. Before I left, I was debating whether or not to wear this hat my roomie lent me. I wanted something to cover my ears, but the hat didn't really do the trick. I think she thought I didn't want to wear it because it looked silly, though. She tried to convince me to wear it, and I kept refusing, until she finally relented and said, "Alli, you're so Californian." I think it might have been an insult.