So we’re into spring big time in the Maritimes. It’s the way we do it. The Saint Patrick’s Day blizzard came a little late this year. 😉

I’ve always been a fan of winter, when it comes and stays. I’ve lived in Nova Scotia for the majority of my years, but have been all over Canada, and I must say, our winters suck. This has been the coldest winter in about a decade. Without exaggeration, and still it’s been a constant freeze-thaw-freeze-thaw-freeze… < kind of feels like the opposite of my love life – which has been more of a fire and water sort of deal. I guess I shouldn’t complain. At least I’ve had a love life >… and at least we’ve had some snow and ice for skating on.

But I’m ready for the cycle to change. Spring is a lovely time of year, full of blossoms and buds… and a whole lot of snow. Well, that’s been our spring so far. Actually very few buds, no blossoms… and a whole lot of snow. < Much more *like* my love life recently. 😉 >.

Spring’s arrival requires a great deal of patience. Actually, spring doesn’t care how patient we are – it arrives when it’s good and ready. < I am beginning to feel the same way personally. It doesn’t matter how patient, or prepared I am. My match will make his appearance when he’s good and ready. I just hope I don’t go into a permanent seasonal affective disorder while waiting. And no, I’m not looking for any spring fling to bridge the gap >.

I’m not very good at waiting.

My bicycle is wearing a hole in the barn floor, my wetsuit is jumping off of the hanger shouting out to me “let’s go for a swim” and my running shoes are kicking themselves to the curb in anticipation. I always start with running. It’s been a tough couple of years, with a whole lot of stress and little stress relief. I got into a bad rut with knee pain that I just couldn’t kick, and I seemed to lose all interest in training. I became a non-recovering-runner and swam occasionally and barely made use of my trail bike. My road bike hung up her sneaks three seasons ago, and I’ve yet to re-tread them. But, I’ve decided this year is *the* year. Running is going to happen, even if I have to run through the pain. That may not sound smart, but if I can regain my sense of self it will be well worth it. Swimming is a given. And cycling is going to be a gradual progression from trail to road.

< I’m hoping when I regain my sense of self, that everything else will fall in place in the personal / romance world >s. And I know that while I can’t will spring along any faster, I can certainly make a conscious choice to take advantage of every hint of spring that comes along.