The street in our neighborhood is plowed - you can see the pavement.  I made the stupid assumption that the roads to the gym - a mere 1.1 miles away - would be fine as well.  I decided to get up to the gym and burn off some energy.  I should also point out that I was motivated by Stewart's mean-little-boy comment.  Last night he asked me, "When you met dad, where you skinny?  You should lay off the nachos."  It was funny when he said it - but then it dawned on me, exactly how many times he has called me "chummy" in the last month.  And it hurt my feelings.  So I went.  Not that this one workout would make me any less "chummy" but I might feel a little bit better about myself.

Getting out of the neighborhood was fine.  But everything else was so not.  The road right outside of our neighborhood was bad.  It was really just ruts in the road.  It was kinda scary.  I wasn't sure what I was going to do if another car started coming down in the opposite direction.  Nevertheless, I made it to the gym.  All was well.  Aside from the 2 staffing the gym, there was only 4 other people there (myself excluded.)  Their TV's were out (Direct TV) and the radio was out as well.  It was really weird, and quiet.  Quiet with the exception of the rhythmic thump thump thump of someone running on the treadmill.  As I was on the treadmill, I reached up to grab the towel to wipe my sweaty brow - this knocked off my cellphone.  It went flying off the back of the treadmill, landing in pieces.  Gym staff picked it up for me and reassembled it.  I finished my workout, sat in the sauna for 5 minutes and put my rubber boots back on.

I got in the car and was all ready to go home.  I was worried about what I was going to tell Bill.  I didn't want him to go running on the roads because they were not safe.  As I turn back onto the road, the road with all of the snow ruts, I see that there is a truck stopped in the middle of the road.  I didn't think he was stuck - I made my second stupid assumption.  I thought someone was taking a picture.  It was beautiful.  As I came around the corner, I could see about 6 cars stopped.  We waited and waited.  I tried to call Bill but realized that my battery was missing from the phone.  (Probably stuck under some treadmill.)  No one moved.  So I got out to find out what was wrong - there was some little car stuck in the middle of the road.  The ruts were too deep and the car wasn't budging.  Not even with big men pushing.  So they decided that we should back up the road because no one was going to be able to get past the stuck car.  This scared me.  This is a hilly road and it's not straight.  I'm not the best backer-upper.  But I thought, "Just go slow.  You can do it!"  well I got stuck - but I managed to unstuck myself.  and then I got stuck again.  This time it required a nice man trying to drive the car while me and another nice man tried to push.  That's right - Me.  In my rubber boots, no coat, capri pants and a long sleeve shirt - out there trying to push my car out of the snow I put it in.  (It's funny, right!)  

While we were doing this - cars and trucks continued to try to go down the road - as I stupidly did - and they got stuck trying to turn around.  Once everyone cleared the way - I got in the car with the guy who was going to back the car up the hill for me.  Well, he got stuck.  Not enough traction to make it up the hill  (note to self: don't try to ride your bike to the gym, the hill is brutal.)  So i got out.  Enter: 2 other nice men.  All three of us pushing the car up the hill.  The man driving, gets it turned around and I drove it and parked it at the gym.  I went inside the gym and FINALLY found the cell phone battery.

I parked the car at the gym and gave in.  I took a few non-essentials out of my gym bag, grabbed my wallet, ipod, and water bottle, and proceeded to walk home.  It was really cold.  I was sweaty from my work out, my legs were really tired, I hadn't eaten, and here I am walking home.  Lucky for me, one of the nice men that helped push the car drove by and he offered me a ride hom.  His house is across the street from our neighborhood.  He was very kind.  When we pulled into the driveway, Bill was outside, cleaning off the Jetta - and the man told him that he (Bill) should give me some driving lessons when it warms up.  "She can't backup!"

I am just a little bit exhausted and tired.  I actually think I was contributing to pushing the car up the hill.  I know I was trying really hard.