The news has been hyping snow for Saturday. Well a snow/rain mix in the morning.
This morning (Friday), I went to 5:30 swim practice. WeatherBug said it was 32 degrees out, so I grabbed my hat and gloves. I stood out on my driveway and realized it wasn't all that cold out, so I ditched the gloves. Roads were damp but fine. I went to swim practice, spent 60 minutes face down starring at the black line in my lane. At the end of practice, we looked up and saw white suff on the hill outside of the pool.
I wandered over to the window to check it out and saw little fluffy flakes coming down. I may have done a little dance at that point.
Last year, the first snowfall was on Oct 8th. The day before the Denver RnR Half Marathon. I think I cried that morning. Last year, I had serious PTSD from Ironman training the previous winter. Snow days meant 4.5 hours on the bike trainer. Cold and dry days meant 6 hrs on the bike freezing and stopping at public bathrooms to thaw out.
Last winter's mission was to enjoy winter and learn to love snow again. Snow should be happy. I should not want to cry each time I see snow. I season of skiing and playing and I love snow again.
We'll see how I feel about snow in April 2013, with CDA on the horzion....