Oh, the weather. Horrible nasty awful weather. Devil-hearted, run-ruining weather. Rain, snow, ice. Sleet, hail, darkness. It’s always something, isn’t it?
Right now, Winter Complaining seems to be all the rage.
Winter Complaining has been reported from Maine to Miami, from Vancouver to Virginia. Apparently one thing that most people in North America have in common right now is that we are all really, really cold.
But you know what? Not me. Although I am a master complainer about the weather, for once I am telling that little voice to shut it. I spent my weekend relishing the blue skies, clear ground, and temps in the 40s.
Can we Southerners here show a little grace and perspective here? Yes, it sucks that we have to wear long sleeves because it’s 35*. Yes, it sucks that there was a snow flurry. But for the most part, our muddy ground is still bare and our trees remain green. This is our season. Summer is the time to whine loudly. This little bit of chilly is not so bad!
In fact, everyone could use a little perspective when it comes to bitching about the weather. I’m going to suggest this helpful and informative Regional Guide to Complaining About the Weather:
This way, we can continue the chorus of whining year-round, but the complaining will be targeted and relevant.
Northerners/Midwesterners get dibs on the winter. Because nothing says “f*ck you from above” like another blast of lake effect snow or icy snowbanks that linger until June. In the summer, Northerners may not complain until the temperature reaches 87.5*. In the lovely autumn, no complaining shall be permitted, except the occasional bemoaning of the winter that’s to come.
Southerners get the summer. When you cannot walk for three minutes outside without looking like you wet yourself in all the wrong places, you get to complain. Southerners shall refrain from complaining in the winter, although complaining about the inability of people to drive in inclement weather is an exception. And if you live in Florida, do everyone a favor: just go ahead and eradicate the word “cold” from your vocabulary.
Those from the lovely, arid Southwest may be occasionally tempted to complain about the heat, but unfortunately this cannot be permitted, as the South has already claimed it. (Besides, no one from the east coast will ever understand why 92* is a perfectly lovely temperature for a round of golf because “it’s a dry heat.”) Instead, it is recommended that Southwesterners complain about drought, mortgage defaults and retirees.
In the Rockies, clearly, cold weather abounds. However, weather complainers from this region tend go silent during the winter months. Probably because they are too busy celebrating the new powder to care what the thermometer says. Problem solved.
All Northwesterners shall receive a year-long pass to complain about the rain. Sadly, these passes will probably be underutilized, as many residents seem to be oblivious to the constant drizzle, safely tucked inside the hoods of their North Face parkas. Northwesterners also have first rights to bemoan the Constant Gray Skies while halfheartedly threatening to move to California.
Californians do not have any weather-complaining rights. Instead, they may complain about earthquakes, wildfires and the Kardashians. However, most of the country will probably tune out, having dismissed the Golden State as a land of nutjobs after the 2008 election.
I suggest we start next week, as a round of snow is about to hit North Carolina, and lord knows we can’t get through a couple of inches of snow without totally freaking out. (Actually, the skies are still clear and people are already freaking out. Ridiculous.)
Today’s EAT: Simple pasta tossed with shrimp and olive oil is one of my favorite quick weeknight dishes.
Also works for: a nice Saturday night dinner at home. Recipe (if you can even call it that, because this is really quite simple): Basil Shrimp Pasta
Today’s DRINK: The hubs and I had red wine with our seafood. Rebels!
And that was about as close as we got to life on the edge this weekend.
This 2009 Chateau Haut Blaignan Medoc was nothing special, but decent enough for an inexpensive red. Fairly light-bodied and a little bitter, but not in an offensive way.
Today’s RUN: Rounded out the week with a quick tempo on Sunday afternoon:
M – 7.1 (55:57, 7:54 pace)
Tu – 7.3 track (with 3 X mile repeats, overall 57:31, 7:52 pace)
W – OFF
Th – 5 (43:46, 8:45 pace) + 20 min core work
F – 12.1 (1:44:13, 8:36 pace)
Sa – 6.3 (1:01:01, 9:40 pace)
Su – 4 medium-tempo (30:10, 7:32 pace) + 20 min core work
41.8 for the week. Shooting for more of the same this week! That is, if the OMG SNOWMAGGEDON STORM doesn’t get in my way!
Today’s QUESTION: What’s the weather like where you are? Complaints welcome here!