Usually, I see very few others on a long winter run. Aside from other runners or ice fishers, it’s usually pretty quiet on my long runs. Today, there were a few runners and one man walking a dog. The rest? Tons of people on their roof tops or on ladders, working hard to clear the feet of snow from their roof tops. Seemed like every other roof was being attended to. Yikes.
This isn’t your ordinary winter here in New England. Not a sprint. Not even a marathon. More like an ultra. (Doesn’t everything always go back to running??) This roof shoveling/clearing is legit. Roof collapses are occurring daily. More snow is falling as I type…
In addition to the roof efforts, all other sights continued to be snow related today. Many were preparing their properties for more snow or widening their driveways or breaking down the snowbanks that make backing out of one’s driveway impossible. And with all of this activity came comments from the peanut gallery, “Go faster!” or other goofy comments.
Rounding out a 16 mile run, I was tired. A rough night last night (felt sick) left me more tired than usual. Then add a bunch of cold and hilly miles. At approximately mile 14, I waved to some people working on a roof. One of them waved as well and yelled, “Hey, how’s it going?” So I replied, “Having just as much fun as you are!”. OK, maybe I’m not as funny as I think. But truthfully, running is much more fun than cleaning off a roof.
I am kind of biased.