The weather man gets it right for once, the jerk

I didn't make it to my race this morning because of inclement weather and a car that does poorly in snow. It went on as scheduled and I understand those who made it had a blast running. I stayed home grumbling in between bouts with a shovel to gain superiority over inches and inches and feet of snow. Like my failure to appear at the race, I think I failed to overcome the snow as well. The worst thing of all? I have a great race shirt I can't wear because I didn't run the race.

Using some kind of hillbilly logic or something I figured that I could still salvage my day and make it acceptable to wear the shirt by hitting the treadmill at the gym for 5 miles. The gym is only 2 miles away and even if my car got stranded I could still trudge to either the gym or home and not be too worse for wear. But when I looked at the gym's web site to get the phone number to see if they were open they had right on the front page that all locations were closed. So I was foiled again.

I have never not shown up for a race I was registered for, and I hate that the first time I did it it was for my favorite race of the year. And I really hate that I can't, in good conscience, sport the sweet race shirt. I think that hurts most of all. Sigh.