Here is the scene I woke up to on Friday morning:
This was before an additional 20" of snow fell throughout the day.
Obviously, I'm not in Monterey County anymore; our family is spending a few days at our favorite vacation spot in the Sierra Nevadas, a trip which just happened to coincide with one of the biggest snowstorms of the season. Despite my love of warm weather and winter beach days, there's definitely something romantic about seeing the snow pile up outside your window, and knowing that there's no particular place to go. Of course, romance doesn't shovel the driveway three times per day, so that cozy feeling only lasts so long.
In a related story, I haven't gone running in five days - so once this weekend is over, it will be time to jump back on the training wagon. It's less than 5 weeks to my first ultra of the season, and something tells me that shoveling snow every now and then isn't nearly enough to make up for my recent Girl Scout cookie binges, let alone enough to prepare me for running 50 miles.
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