What a week! Holiday-shortened weeks are supposed to be breezy, but this was anything but. I’ll put much of the blame on Virginia’s total lack of preparation for a 1″ snowfall, but more on that later.
Tuesday was supposed to mark the start of a more-or-less dry spell, as discussed earlier, but Snowzilla 2016 led to my drinking hiatus being put on hiatus. To commemorate the occasion, I decided to crack one of my most recent finds, a septuagenarian bottle of Seagrams VO. Despite nearly 75 years in a bottle, it’s still quite tasty! I’ve never before had a whiskey in which the nose/smell was so different from the palate/taste. $15 well spent.
Practically nothing to report here. The prospect of being trapped at home for days and hilariously empty shelves simply put a damper on my kitchen ambitions. I threw together a basic chicken and veggies dish on Sunday, but we were otherwise eating deli meats and canned soup.
With snow wreaking havoc on the roads, this was a week spent largely on the bike. I’m coming to terms with the fact that I just can’t put out the same power I as I could a few months ago. I know I’ll get there eventually; I just need patience and hard work. At least I’m good at one of those.
I’ve also come to terms with the fact that I can’t pack on any more mass. I already blew out the elbow of a suit jacket, and I had to have a seam repaired on a pair of trousers, so unless I want to buy a whole new wardrobe (I don’t), I need to work on maintaining rather than growing. The Missus is no doubt overjoyed.
On the positive side, it seems my run fitness is coming back around. A pair of tempo progression runs on the treadmill went much better than expected, with my comfortably holding a sub-7:00 pace for the first time
in recent memory since before I was injured. I don’t put much stock in treadmill paces, even at the prescribed if scientifically invalidated 1% incline, but it’s encouraging nonetheless. Maybe a race is closer than previously thought.
After a delightful date night with the Missus on Wednesday, we were treated to a three-hour traffic clusterfuck thanks to a minimal accumulation of snow and Virginia’s decision not to treat any of its roads. They didn’t even bother to salt I-66, the major East-West artery from DC, which pushed everyone onto side roads and snarled traffic well past midnight. After a minor fender bender that occurred when the driver in front of us slammed on his brakes and slid into a parked car, we eventually circled back to Ballston, parked the car in a garage overnight, and took the Metro home, arriving around 00:30.
Lesson: If there is so much as a hint of snow in the forecast, don’t drive.
With Snowzilla/SnoWayOut/SNoChanceInHell expected Friday, we stocked the fridge and prepared to hunker down. Thankfully, after over a month of being on the fritz, our refrigerator is working properly again. Two people living out of a “rented” mini fridge was not ideal, and I’m happy to see this season of College Life Redux come to an end.
Rather than just spend the weekend drinking, eating, and watching TV, The Missus and I resolved to make some headway on our various home renovation projects. She learned how to stain wood, and I began refinishing a cabinet. I also made my first attempt at an upcycled lamp shade, but it’s not quite ready for primetime. I think I’ve worked out the kinks in my process, though. More on that next week!