Weather and I haven’t been on speaking terms this week. Demis Roussos may be friends with the Wind. Sandy may be Summer Lovin. I’m going with Bill and his Ain’t no Sunshine and getting more in touch with Bob’s Blowin in the Wind and Hurricane.
For goodness sake Weather, get a grip. It’s winter and you can be stormy but this is ridiculous. If you were my facebook friend I’d unfriend you because of your silly outbursts.
Monday wasn’t a run day fortunately. After yet more flood reports I opted to go home at lunch time and work from home. The creek I have to cross was half a metre off the three bridges, but it didn’t rise any further thankfully. The travel into Launceston for Grit Class and Parmi Night was not pleasant. While I was lifting weights and doing a million burpees I could see the leaves blowing past the window of the gym. Brrrr.
Tuesday was run night. More rain. More wind and guess what? Snow! We get snow in Tasmania but not usually at 200m. It didn’t settle but The Running Group was cancelled. After a day of sitting I was ready for a run. I opted for a home tabata session. Just as I was about to cook dinner the power went off. Weather, that wasn’t nice. That was just plain nasty. We braved the wintry conditions and headed into Deloraine to the pub. Just as we arrived home and walked in the door the power was restored.
Wednesday. Weather was a little bit better behaved. Freezing and windy but run-able weather. To think that one week ago we were running a 5km recovery run after the marathon in singlet and shorts on the warm Gold Coast… and here we were in Tasmania running in thermals. I have never run with so many thermal layers ever! We went for an undulating 5kms instead of our usual hill repeats.
Thursday is rest day. Arrest day it should have been. Weather blew her guts out. She picked things up and banged them. She pulled up trees and thumped them down. Just as I was about to step into the shower the power went off. On a farm without town water no power means no water. Pauly hooked up the generator to get the pump working. I checked the fridge before I went to work. Cheese, Cold Chicken, Champagne – check, check, check. Pauly was away for the night so at least I had food from all the major food groups to sustain me.
Thursday night Weather went ballistic. Howling winds. Freezing temperatures. I thumbed my nose at angry arrogant old Weather and read a book with my cats by the fire.
Friday morning and still no power but the sunrise was just magic.
It was Friday long run with Louie, Pauly got home just in time to run too – after finding more trees down over roads on his way home. The power outage was set to continue for a while. It was cool but not too windy. Perhaps Weather was calming down at last. After breakfast out we headed home expecting the power outage to continue at least until evening. I was just thinking about hooking up the generator at about 12pm and the power came on.
Weather you have been a real pain this week. I’ve had things to do that I had to leave until today because you were so naughty and blew all those trees down over the road and the power lines. I had to drive the 40 minute round trip to Deloraine instead of my zippy little 12 minute route. But you have given me an opportunity to reflect and be grateful. A chance to sit and chill with my pussy cats by the fire and be happy to have a warm home to live in. I’m grateful for electricity and the mod cons of this life. I’m grateful for the people who fix the power lines and clear the trees. (I’m really glad they didn’t go out and fix them in the storm, but waited until it was safe.)
And just look at the Saturday Weather has given us today! Crisp and cold but brilliantly sunny. The perfect day for a 15.2km handicapped race with the Launceston Running Club. After the week we’ve had I threw any ideas of time to the wind. I decided to run for fun with the warm sun on my back.
Dear Weather, please calm down and be nice, show us your pretty side again. The floods have made us all take notice of you. The snow made us sit up and pay attention. We are grateful for your changing seasons but let’s cut the melodrama. Time to chill Weather (that’s figuratively not literally thanks – you know chillax, put your feet up…). Let’s be friends again eh?
Happy running 🙂
Today’s photos taken from the Launceston Running Club’s facebook page – thanks Glenn.