I was never a winter-lover. When I was young, I never minded a little bit of snow, especially because coming inside meant I could enjoy hot chocolate or tea. At some point in high school, things changed for me. Perhaps it was experiencing 2 traumatic events within 3 weeks in Dec/Jan. Perhaps it was just an inevitable seasonal affect disorder. Perhaps it was something else. It doesn’t really matter to me why it happened, it did. It gripped me one year in high school and 2 years in college and I dealt with it. In college, I sought a lot of help and in many ways it was beneficial but in many ways it was a waste of time and in the end, spring comes and I start to feel AMAZING. I really am a girl who falls in love with everyone an everything in the spring.
So this winter, my first in Boston, has been historic. Boston has really experienced unbelievable snowfall and cold temperatures relentlessly since the end of January. I think this NYT piece really sums up what has been happening up here.. http://www.nytimes.com/2015/02/20/opinion/bostons-winter-from-hell.html?_r=0
I’ve been trying very hard to be positive through the snow. I run outside a lot, 5x a week! I try to get out and see friends a few nights a week (as much as grad school workload will allow). I walk my dog and enjoy training her. I have recently been getting to trails once a week. And still, this winter has been really hard on me. My history of depression has given me some insight into knowing what it is coming, both a blessing and a curse.
I have felt in many ways supported and unsupported. I am often overwhelmed with the Boston University workload trifecta of heavy classes, teaching, and research. The stresses of that, coupled with incipient depression, have made being in a long distance relationship very difficult for me. Maybe I didn’t express it properly, or thoroughly, but I feel very alone in my own mental struggles. I know I need some life changes and I’m working on them, but when I am in a relationship I need to feel the encouraging support. Maybe it is needy of me, maybe I am a little dependent during this time of year, but I am also very scared. Depression is scary. I don’t want to be graphic or emotional in this post but it is terrifying to feel and to remember feeling. Anyway, all of this is 10000x worse when I feel emptiness and anger from one of the only people I can turn to who I also had hoped would support me. This has been heavy on my heart.
I don’t believe in ‘fate’ or ‘signs’ or the like. I am not a believer in ‘everything happens for a reason’. I am not religious nor do I think there is some greater being that is responsible for.. well… everything or even anything. On a smaller note, while I don’t believe in signs, this morning I wish I did. I woke up to a beautiful Cooper’s Hawk on the tree outside my apartment window. When I went out with my dog, it had flown across to another tree and ate her kill there. A solo hunter, powerful, beautiful, and surviving. Man, I wish I believed it was a sign!
Today, I got out in the woods. I went without other people, just with Sky girl, and decided to try something new– Snowshoes! Showshoes were a first for me. I had ordered a pair of Atlas 8 Series from REI but they haven’t arrived yet, so my friend Sarah let me borrow hers for this weekend. I have Atlas poles that arrived mid week, so with shoes, poles, and dog– I was ready to try something new!
I wasn’t sure what to bring, or how long I would stay out there, or if I would be able to run or just walk, and what Sky would need. Here you can see a majority of what I brought. Trail shoes to bind to the snowshoes, pack with 1 L bladder, Gatorade for after, 2 pair gloves, collapsable dog bowl, peanuts, dog treats, & Buff. Not pictured are my poles, and my attire– short sleeve underarmour base layer, running sweatshirt, columbia vest, and my mountain hardware coat. On my legs I wore just nike running tights. On my feet just a pair of wool SmartWool hiking socks.
I ended up moving well on the trails with the snowshoes! I could even run at a 10min/mile pace and could probably do better. The trails at the fells were well packed down, many runners with just microspikess (as I had done last weekend). Running was clumsy but I think that is just because I am unexperienced at it but I did get much better as I tried. I didn’t push the running thing though because they are not my snowshoes and they get a little scuffed during running.
What I did learn was that poles are amazing. They are really helped me keep my balance and let me shift the pressure away from my calves and thighs while trekking up or downhill. They were heavy and cumbersome during the flats but I think they are worth it. My poles don’t fold up to be super small, so I wouldn’t be able to stow them easily (at least not in my little pack) but I didn’t mind carrying them.
I definitely did NOT need my winter coat. I also didn’t need my buff. I barely needed my gloves. Snowshoeing is a workout and the weather today wasn’t extraordinarily cold. I was easily kept warm.
On a side note: I was at the same trails during the same time last week and ended up seeing the same people with the same dogs at the same part of the trails! Just something I noticed, and Sky noticed as well. Hopefully we will work more on off leash training so she can wander with a bit more freedom. She would love losing the leash and I would not have to worry about her pulling me awkwardly and breaking my ankle.
I know I have been down a lot lately, but getting out is really helpful. I love my dog and I think I really enjoy spending time alone. When I’m completely alone, I don’t have to even think about anyone else. Or even care. I just exist–it is me, and the woods. One day, I will go out for further and longer, and then I will be able to discover more about myself and find my inner peace. It’s not that I don’t love myself, I just don’t all the time. But in the woods, I do.