maybe it would be nicer to just stay inside where it’s warm and catch the event there, even though our crackerjack weatherman Paul Gross now predicts the game will most likely be played sans precipitation.
Well, Thursday morning my walk was rained out, and, though I wanted to cry foul, there was nothing I could do, unless I wanted to don my rain weather gear and just deal with it. I opted to table the walk to a sunny day, whenever that might be as the weather forecasts are dire indeed.
Despite the Tigs being on a roll right now, you’d have to be a real Tiger’s fan to attend the game with today’s frosty forecast and anticipation of snow, even if it comes at the tail end of the game. No doubt the Boys of Summer will be shivering, despite having a heater placed in their dugout. I’ve told you before about the staff of “The Ford Estate”, our college newspaper, spending Thanksgiving Day 1974 together. We thought it would be fun to take a VW bus, head to the big parade, then over to the Lion’s game. The Lions still played at the old Tiger Stadium. I know nothing about football and it was predicted to be cold and snowy, but, for the sake of camaraderie, I went along. It started to flurry, a little at first, then heavy snow started piling up on the armrests – we weren’t resting our arms on those armrests for very long because we sat with crossed arms and shivering under coats, ponchos and big woolen blankets. Never again!
When I left the house this morning, there were already three strikes against going for walk: it was gloomy-looking, cold and windy – not to mention the icy/snowy mix that was layered onto the grass from yesterday. But the pavement was dry, so off I went. It was so cold that I walked very fast, thinking this was my own personal Spring training – after all, one of my goals is to walk five miles in under an hour as the Governor touts he accomplishes when walking the Mackinac Bridge every Labor Day. Well, I need to pick up the pace since I now get about four miles in at exactly one hour’s time. Not so great, eh? I do hope I walk faster in less time as the year wears on, otherwise that ballpark figure of five miles in an hour will be next year’s statistic. How about if I channel Tommy Lasorda’s quotation for some inspiration: “The difference between the impossible and the possible lies in a person’s determination.” ~ Tommy Lasorda
I got today’s walk in, four chilly miles, though I felt like a popsicle by the time I returned. With snow predicted for both days of this second weekend in April, I figure that it’s Mother Nature’s payback time for all the snowy and cold weather we should have had back in the Winter season, especially around Christmastime when we enjoyed temps in the 60s.