Guten Tag!
First off, can I just rant for a second? I think the naming of these snowstorms is one of the most ludicrous additions to our weather-watching news cycles that I have ever witnessed. I think Nemo was the first time I realized we were now naming our snowflakes. Apparently, it's the creation of the Weather Channel, round-a-bout 2012.
What would the Blizzard of '78 be recalled as, if not the Blizzard of '78? I shudder to consider the amendment to history. I prefer more dramatic namings, like Snowmaggedon, Snowpocalypse, or Snowzilla.
Then today, along comes a whopper of a blizzard that some meteorologist with too much time on his hands christened Stella. Naturally, I immediately went here:
Turns out there was a LOT to be desired on the streets of Lowell today. But that didn't stop Boston Marathoner-in-training Heather - home for a quick visit after her amazing reise de Germany - from lacing up and getting out there to run six miles before the vicious afternoon winds kicked in!
(Watch for the infusion of several of the new German words Heather picked up on her trip.)
Naturally, dad was there to chronicle it with his handy-dandy Blizzard-Cam
You can tell this was still early in the run, because Heather's still smiling at her vater.
We tried to stay off the main roads wherever possible, not that there was much traffic out during the early part of the storm.
Anyone know the actual name of this body of water over behind Shedd Park, across from the Lowell Cemetery? Since I was young lad visiting my Aunt Virginia on nearby Park Avenue East, I always just knew it as Frog Pond. Don't tell Andrew, he'll never run there again.
Winter runner's tip that anybody who's tried to slog through the snow knows: find a tire track and run in it, for better traction on the slippery underfoot straben
Done storming the ramparts, Heather makes her exit from Fort Hill
Slogging it in to the office even during a blizzard. Dedicated.
Yes, the wind whipping the snowfall into Heather's face as we cross the Cox Bridge is indeed, as painful as it appears to be.
Why's she still laughing? Because dad almost went down on his @$$ after spinning to take a picture as we crossed the Hunts Falls Brucke, heading back zuhause
Not many other signs of life out on the roads, other than the occasional plow.
Heath was convinced she could outrun this juggernaut
The final mile. Conditions had REALLY started changing at this point, as well as our excitement level at being out in this historic snowstorm. By now, we had reached the "dad put the camera away" phase of the lauf, and we just needed to fertig
Huge round of applause for this stellar performance from my favorite snow bunny!
Two weeks in Germany, and she hasn't missed a step!
Stella got her groove back!
Auf Wiedersehen!!!!
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