It's a common acceptance that January and February will suck in Iowa. You get through them by laying on the couch, covered in a favorite blanket, and watch all the tv series you can on Netflix, and reading all the books you can, too. March will come along, and by the end of the month, you're outside and coming out of your winter funk.
Not this March. We've had more snow in March that the whole rest of winter. And it's been cold. I cannot bitch too much, since in late November we had weather in the 50's--which is just not normal. I ran a Turkey Trot at the end of November in shorts and a t-shirt. Usually everyone is bundled up. So I accept that Mother Nature has enjoyed screwing us all over in March.
But really, I'm done. We are finally hitting the 50's (fingers crossed) this weekend. I am hoping, really hoping, to get outside and run. My training for the half-marathon in May is pathetic, and I must kick it up so many notches I have lost count of those actual notches. Let's just say it's a lot. I do not like running on the treadmill all that much, and I really am tired of doing that. I like to be outside in the fresh air and sun and not smell the stinky guy on the treadmill next to me. I am willing to just smell my own stinky self, thank you.
I've been keeping up my Body Pump class at the Y. I do enjoy it, and I think I've been to a class with each of the women who teach it. They're all pretty good and don't cut any slack. I may venture into a heavier weight for my bar this week. I'm still sore from Monday's workout. This is good. Those thighs aren't gonna shrink without some muscle aches.
I really feel like March fell into a sinkhole. It went by so fast I think I missed some of it. And I can't say for sure what the heck I did all month. I didn't get to read as much, and I don't know why. It seems I have been busy, but I can't put my finger on what exactly I've been busy doing all month. My house is a pit of paper (shredding will be a job) and my piles of books are growing. The only thing I know I've been doing is dishes. They never seem to stop.
So April, I welcome you! I will be out running no matter what the weather. I only ask you be kind to my new running shoes and don't make it too muddy. I'd like them to stay pretty for just a little while. And I have a hankering for asparagus risotto. Never made it. And some kind of shrimp grilled and glazed. Vague recipes floating around in my head.
What are you planning for April? It's almost here! And this elusive flower will surely appear sometime soon: