I knew it was too good to last. The weather has been beautiful until almost the end of November, and even though I know that it is unrealistic, a little part of me thought that maybe it would stay nice all winter. It finally broke yesterday, as I woke up to sleet tapping at the window and the wind howling. Here come the runs in single-digit temperatures, the runs where you get done and you have icicles on your eyebrows. Here comes the depression brought on by not seeing the sun for three months. You tend to lose all track of what day it is or what time it is, as it gets dark at four o'clock every day.
But there are good parts of winter too, few as they may be.
One thing is the times when cabin fever sets in and I get a little loopy from being inside for too long and decide to go for a run at night. It's great to run through the town lit up only by the yellow glow of streetlights, with the sounds of traffic muffled by the falling snow as I run along silently. It's things like this that do a little toward keeping my sanity through terrible northeast winters.
Other than that I can't wait until global warming really starts kickin' in and Cortland is beachfront property.
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