Sunday, May 9, 2010
Happy Mother's Day - Vermont Style
I've been nervous about mother's day ever since my father-in-law (aka OPA) got a gleam in his eye and told me he was planning a run for me. (This man, who spawned the incomparable Dogtor, is a foot and a half taller than I am and likes to run uphill in snow-mud at 5 AM in negative degree temps.)
We woke up to temperatures in the low thirties. Then five of us crammed into the Subaru, parked at some industrial gas facility with video cameras - so the car would be close to the place where we finished our run. You see, OPA fully intended to end the Mother's Day Run with a swim across a river (swollen creek?)
To clarify, in the photos I am flashing my own gang sign - WM - Woman of Mystery. Yes. I know how incredibly lame that is.
We jogged through town and then onto a deserted stretch of the soon-to-be-bypass. It snowed and one of the doctors among us took a phone call - while jogging. There were jumping competitions and all was generally going well until we came to the end of the road - aka a precipice overlooking gravel, cement, heavy machinery, and a rushing body of water. This is where OPA realized a new makeshift bridge had been installed across the river, meaning that a swim was no longer necessary.
And that is how I did not get hypothermia on Mother's Day. So I climbed a giant crane instead. (Thank you, Dogtor, for the video!)