Nashville doesn’t get a lot of snow. When it does snow, things can really shut down. Honestly, there are times when just the rumor of a winter onslaught puts everyone in high gear…without even a lick o’ snow on the radar.
Schools are closed because it might. Plans are cancelled because it could. And grocery stores, those suckers find themselves immediately overwhelmed with folks preparing for the countless days locked away in their homes with no means of contact with the civilized world…just in case.
There are the others…undeterred…seemingly unaware of the fact that roads covered in snow are a bit more treacherous than dry ones. “Slow down? Why? I done threw a spare tire in the back of the truck to weight it down; I’m good.”
Well, Nashville got hit pretty good recently. Good at least for us. I’ve already received multiple “hardy points” as a Texas native/Tennessee resident having braved the dead of winter in Minnesota, so it doesn’t shake me up too much. But we do wind up with nasty roads, abandoned vehicles, and icy sidewalks all over Music City.
Not really conducive to a runner whose wardrobe goes just deep enough for one real good snow a year.
So as I ponder exactly what the day’s training is to be, I ease my way over to Starbucks and find countless shopping carts stranded and stuck in ice and slush throughout the adjacent grocery store parking lot. They won’t roll; they’re just kinda all forced out of the way.
When that high school bagger/checker kid with the open windbreaker makes his way out to the cart stand – (Zip it up, dude; it’s like…TEN DEGREES!) – his “push all the carts for me” machine ain’t gonna work, and he’s gonna have to do them all by hand, one at a time, while the wind cuts straight through him.
So I grab one of the carts. It pulls right, then left, and I can feel my abs and hip flexors, well, flexing, as my stabilizing mechanisms engage. Push it forward, can’t, shove, there it goes, whoa, lower back flex, might slip, calf flex so I don’t, easy, steady. Whew. That was tough.
I think of my local running cohorts, each wondering if they will get out today “in all this.” Figure they could just drop by here…get some resistance training in. Probably wouldn’t get ‘em what they might get at the gym, but it’s somethin’. Besides, if they DON’T get out by the end of the day, before it gets dark and everything refreezes…they’ll at least feel better about themselves having helped out the kid in the windbreaker.
Besides…the gym is closed down for the weekend. Snow.
I go back for another cart.