At least it’s not just me. Last night, after 2 hours of cruising town, sniffing bushes and chewing branches the dog was STILL nutso. Chasing her tail in circles, sprinting through the house, chasing the cats, chewing on Miss Lily’s tail. I was thinking to myself, wow, I sure know that feeling. The snow is finally almost all melted, exposing the dead grass and the mess left from the windy storms this winter. My front gardens are free of snow, and there are sure signs of life starting to pop through the dirt. It always amazes me that such tender life can spring up this time of year, survive the inevitable frosts, snow storms, temperature changes between day and night and yet – in a month or so – they will be bright blossoms of sunshine, happily blooming away. Really truly amazing. But those early signs of life, the melting of snow, and now – the spring forward of the clocks – does not mean we are freed yet from the grips of winter’s strong hands. And I feel that grip deep inside me, and I am writhing around, trying to get free, desperately. And as a result, I am kind of in an uncomfortable way in my body. Sitting is uncomfortable. I crave the outdoors, the sunshine, jeans, t-shirts and flip-flops, plunging my hands deep into the dirt. I want to ride my bike in the woods, hike in the mountains, all without having to wear a dozen different articles of clothing and spend a third of the time outside either adjusting, removing or adding said articles of clothing.
This weekend we took a poor man’s trip to the south – we drove 2 hours and arrived at Cape Cod. There we found dry dirt, warm sunshine and sanity for a 24 hour period. We rode our bikes in the woods, drank beer outside without freezing, relished in the warm sunshine that the springtime brings. it eased our minds for a little while. But as soon as I arrived back at work on Monday morning, the uncomfortableness began yet again. So. I am counting down the days, and making the best of this eternal winter, come spring and then finally – the season all us New Englanders wait for – the summer. The summer is so fleeting and quick, yet obviously significant enough to brainwash all of New England in to thinking it’s a good place to live year round. But I do love it here. And with each change in season brings new excitement, new energy and love. New experiences. It’s the periodization of life. If it’s good for your workouts, I suppose it’s good for life too.
I will keep trying to convince myself of this. And maybe, just maybe I will begin to believe it.
Happy Spring Forward all. Here’s to the coming of the Equinox….Spring is on its way!