One run, two storms, three days.

It's Groundhog Day, and long story short I am a Groundhog.

Several years ago I started playing basketball with a group of guys that claimed it would be a 35 and over age group playing recreationally once a week. Most of this proved to be true. the 35 was frequently overlooked for a player here and there, which makes a little difference when you hit 50.  As gentlemen would have it no other way with a recreation basketball gang of middle aged chaps, after playing we need to replenish the lost liquid and restore the nutrients sweated out during these extremely vigorous sessions.

We headed down to the local tavern and regaled in stories of our near dunks, near blocks, near steals and the actual baskets made. What was noted was that all of the people who were there whenever we visited the establishment were always the same people. Same clothes, haircuts and stories. OK the stories were ours, but you get my point. Out can the movie Groundhog Day with that actor from Meatballs. We realized we were living our own groundhog day experience,hence the nickname of our cohort group.

Are you still awake? So here it is day two of our snowfall.  I id get outside and run for 4.3 miles on Monday. It felt great to get out on the streets and making my way through snow covered sidewalks form the previous snow events. It helps keep the pace in check and me moving a at a steady clip.

Yesterday involved clearing out eh car and moving it to a secure location in preparation for this monstrosity, 12 inches in 2 days, looking the next snowfall in three days, and a potential storm next week, again.  I don;t care I am running again and loving it! Doing some lifting occasionally and looking to improve flexibility.

I have been holding off on the basketball, a game that got me out of the real life possibility that I would not be doing much with my life, and into college. Another story for another time. For today life is good.

Shuffling along.