Yesterday Mother Nature reminded Coloradans what it means to live here. A daylong snow shower creating two to three feet snowdrifts, ice packed roads, and “sickie pow pow.” (Think high snow boarders.)
We lounged the first half of the morning, occasionally peeking out the window to appreciate the extra warmth of the blankets and fire in contrast to the relentless snowfall outside.
Then we immobilized Nora with layers of coats and scarfs and hats and gloves and crunched our way through two blocks of snow to a desolate gym. I brought snacks and my iPad so she could watch movies while I squeezed in a few miles on the treadmill until she started kicking her feet and screaming I’M NOT HAPPY AT YOU BECAUSE IT’S MY TURN ON THE RUNNING THING.
So, I let her run on it. At 3.5 miles per hour at a 3.5 incline.
And she only fell face first a handful of times.
Mom, I’m kidding.