It looks like my long run will not happen this Saturday. Because tomorrow? We’re meant to get hit with snow. A lot of snow. And it’s supposed to keep on coming until 10pm on Saturday, anywhere from 18 to 24 inches, which means that as much as I liked running on the snow, the run will not happen…
But, as luck will have it, the snow is meant to start at 10am. And, of course, in my office it’s all “business as usual” They say if it starts snowing, we can just go home.
For those of you who live in a place where snow is common, this might seem reasonable. But DC? We usually get hit with snow once or twice a season, usually no more than 3 inches. The roads don’t start getting plowed until after the snow stops. So traveling becomes impossible.
DC is also the sort of place where if it rains, heck, if it sprinkles, traffic comes to a standstill. I wish I was exaggerating. I never seen people reacting like this to water. So you can imagine how people react when it’s frozen water.
Commuting home will be near impossible. I don’t live far, but my bus only runs during rush hour, and here as soon as the snow gets bad enough public transportation stops running. Even the metro, which is not all underground, shuts down.
If my job doesn’t change its mind by tomorrow morning, I’m bringing only the essentials to the office, and packing my running gear, including gloves, ear warmers, maybe some sunglasses so having my eyes open doesn’t get so painful, and am running home. It should be a 7 mile run taking the trails (I really have to look into better routes from my new place to work). 7 mile run? Totally doable. I was supposed to be running longer than that on Saturday anyway.
The weird thing? As much as I bitch about having to be here when we KNOW a blizzard is coming, I’m also secretly looking forward to it.