A couple of weeks ago we got about 8 inches of heavy wet snow. We had to clean the vehicles off, and plow the driveway so we could leave for work.
One of the better things that came out of my accident was my new car.
Now, its only new to me, not actually new. But it is a Subaru Tribeca and it KICKS ASS in the snow. I have gone to work almost every snowstorm this winter and I had not even a slip in all my travels. It was the same on this particular morning, we plowed around it and it just dug itself the rest of the way out. Love it.
However, I learned the hard way that just ’cause you can do something, that doesn’t mean you should do something.
When I got to work, the employee parking lot was full as always. We have a huge lot out back. I never mind walking, but some days……
Except, wait, there was a space, only four spots deep in the very first section!
The spot was clearly left by the night crew, as the snow was flat and even and had no tire marks as yet. Remembering how easily my Tribeca dug itself out that morning, I said, “hey, I can do that!,” while mocking all the wussies whose car wouldn’t drive in the heavy snow and had bypassed the prime parking space.
Now, it did take me three tries, mostly I was worried about going too fast and nailing the car in the front parking space. I locked it up smugly and went into work.
On the way home I stopped for gas, went around the front end, and, damn! I had popped the (admittedly) plastic pins that held my front fender on the passenger side, and it was all out of whack. There seems to be a tray under my engine, about 6″ x 10″ on either side, and that was also hanging on the passenger side, bent back from being dragged on the road. It was quite heavy snow I had plowed through.
So I fit into the snow spot just fine–but some damage was done to my car. My husband was able to repair it (although I still need some pins for the fender) when I got home, but it was a hard lesson learned.
I had a similar experience with my leg. I recently got this new treadmill that goes up to 10 MPH! The one I had previously was my mother’s, and primarily made for walking, so only went up to 6 MPH. I hadn’t really run faster than that, but I was anxious to start.
So I decided I was going to run a mile a couple of times one week, and of course I wanted to see how fast I could go. I made it up to 6.7, producing my first sub 10 minute mile since before the accident. I felt great.
So I did it again later in the week.
And by the end of the week I was sitting in my chair with ice on my knee for the first time in months.
Again, just because you can do something, doesn’t mean you should do something!
I have a new running plan, and it includes patience. Although, I still want to push it to just see how far I can go. But I don’t, because I want to run again and again, not fast one day and limp the next.
It helps if I keep telling myself that.