...of course it's all relative. It isn't end of the world sadness. It's just sadness.

We have had one heck of a snowstorm here. I love snow, so I'm not complaining about it. It's beautiful! So far our only casualty has been our gazebo that imploded. We had to go rip over the canvas roof today to get the snow off so it didn't take the foundation with it. Oh well! I already have plans on how to rectify that situation come spring.

But I'm bummed because the storm means I can't run my first 50k tomorrow. I was SO looking forward to it, although I was also quite nervous. But it is what it is and it's probably for the best. I have had pancreatitis for the last three days. Sometimes I get really bad, short bouts (like the one I got right before the Seattle marathon) and sometimes I get light long bouts. The good news on that front is that I lost like 4 pounds! LOL! Of course 2 of them were through sweat from the fever. I get super high fevers and wake up just drenched. Oh I know...it is sexy. You're right. So probably running 31 miles after fighting with Hank (I named my pancreatic tumor when he was around...now he just returns to haunt me, the *!#*& thing.) would not be a good thing.

Cabin fever has about killed us, but today we did get out and take pictures of the beautiful storm. If you are thus inclined, my Flickr account is Msteechur. Roy had surgery on Friday so he was happy to get out, but I fear he overdid it. He had a meniscus repair and probably shouldn't have walked 5 miles today.

So I'll try to get a long run in on Sunday. Tomorrow we need to prepare for another storm front.