There is a little saying in Northeast Ohio that we like to share with each other: If you don’t like the weather, wait five minutes.
It’s no joke. I do not think any city in the world has weather as volatile as Cleveland weather. Really. Oh I know what you’re thinking, “At least it’s not Seattle.” Well, my friends, I happen to have it on good authority that the rumors about Seattle are actually a fabrication created by the people of Seattle. They have way more blue sky days than Cleveland. They just don’t want to tell us. They don’t want us to move out there and ruin their clean air and clean water with all of our Midwestern gas guzzling cars. “Why do I know this?” you ask. Well, one of my best friends moved to Seattle two years ago. She let me in on the secret. I probably wasn’t supposed to tell.
Anyway, yesterday, it was a balmy 76 degrees. I drove home with my windows open, music blaring, and sunglasses on my face. I felt alive in a way one can only feel alive on a beautiful Spring Day. I could feel every corpuscle of my body. The fresh air was invigorating. The vibrant blue and the mild warmth of the sun were rejuvenating. The colors of the blooming trees, the blooming flowers, and the manicured lawns made me remember that Spring is about rebirth. The day was perfect, so perfect that I only half hated running.
And then today happened. Miserable today. 37 degrees and rain. Stupid rain. How can I work in my yard in these conditions? How can I go for a run? I admit, I’m a little bit of a mamsy pamsy; I’m not going to get my new sneakers all wet and muddy. I’m not going to get pneumonia just so I keep to a training schedule.
As you can tell, the fabulous mood of yesterday weakened into a depressive state. A state of What am I even doing with my life? Okay, maybe not that dramatic, but definitely, less motivated and excited about life than I was yesterday.
Of course, as the day went on, it got worse. You don’t believe me?
Do you see it? Huh? Do you? That’s the hood of my car, and I tried my hardest to capture it, but maybe all I got was the rain. Anyway, what I tried to get you to see is the snowflakes that were falling from the sky! Snowflakes! Imagine, 75 degrees yesterday, and today, snow! I know, I know! You feel that this weather is inconceivable. Don’t feel sorry for us, though. Nothing worse than feeling like people are feeling sorry for you, especially when you are not feeling sorry for yourself.
As I said, if you don’t like the weather in Cleveland, wait five minutes.
That’s right! My future looks bright; I’ll have to wear shades!