This past weekend was Super Bowl Sunday. I had planned to do a 6 mile run on Saturday, but things got in the way. So around 10:00 am on Sunday, I set out for a nice six mile run, three miles out and back, through some nice residential areas. It was sunny and the temperature had warmed up to a toasty 39 degree F, as good as it gets for running and snow roof clearing this winter.
I was surprised by the number of people out on their roofs removing snow though. It seemed like every other house I passed had someone doing it. I exchanged a few words with several people about how much fun it was removing snow and that I would be doing the same when I returned from my run. I still had to clear the front side of my roof, which had almost three feet of snow on it.
When I reached the turnaround point, I checked my watch and discovered I had covered the distance in 24:59, not too bad given that I had to slow down on a number of sections because of black ice and snow. My return trip was covered in 24:18, a nice 41 second negative split. I picked up the pace towards the end of the run, but not too much because of my soon-to-be roof clearing duties.As you can see from the pictures, there was a lot to remove. Luckily, my son joined in so it went faster.
Anyway, you're probably starting to wonder why I titled this post as I did. I'm getting to that albeit slowly. Five hours later and one lunch break, we finished removing all the snow. I let out a sigh of relief since another big storm was supposedly headed our way. As it turned out, it was a false alarm. That was okay because at least now I can see my roof.
I finally headed to the shower to get cleaned up. We were going over to my niece's condo for a birthday /Super Bowl party at 5:00 pm so I needed to get moving and it was already 4:30 pm. Just before I jumped into the shower, I remembered that I left my towel out in the family room. So I headed down there, buck naked to retrieve it. My mother-in-law was going to drive with us over to the condo because there's little room to park. What I didn't know was that she showed up early and was talking to my wife in the family room as I casually strolled down to get my towel. As I entered the kitchen, which is just before the family room, I heard something that made me pause. Then I heard my wife say, "KENNN!" She could see me,but my mother-in-law was just out of sight, to my left. I quickly scurried back to the bathroom and got another towel. So one more step and I would have flashed her for sure, front and back. That was close!
Have you ever done anything like this? Was it a "near miss" or a "hit"? Just curious.
