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THE CARESS OF SNOW

By Tim Clark

It is an oddly conflicted time of year. Freezing temperatures sharpen light, intensify sound. Cold, cloudless mornings before sunrise can be painfully beautiful. Everything is distorted with clarity. Everything looks exactly the way it is, not the way it should be, the reality is too strong. But, it is the shadows that get you, the light of a million stars illuminate the surface, points, planes, angles all in stark relief. But, behind the light, under the trees, in the shadows, you don’t know what’s hiding there. Is that a pair of eyes peeking, glowing, from the bush?  Too much contrast, not enough exposure.

Then the snows come. Let it snow. Nothing can hide in all that whiteness. The world is a safe place again. It brings a blanket of sanity, familiarity, to a world gone mad with visual information, audio overload. Snow brings a measure of comfort. Everything is softer, rounded, sensual curves, beautiful drifts, sound and color tamed.

There is a time between Thanksgiving and Christmas that fills my world with madness. Everything runs too fast, burns too hot. Traffic is too heavy, work is too filled with work, and I am filled with loathing and disgust.

“Did you have to wait until the last minute to scour the internet for gifts, you lazy bastard?!?!” Ebenezer Scrooge has nothing on me. Then, the time where my work closes between Christmas and New Year’s Day. And things soften, slow, I catch my breath, unclench my fists, and forgive my fellow humans the world over. Everybody breathes easier, yes?

Once the madness is over I can return to the gym. Exercise is the fountain of youth. My doctor, the orthopedic specialist and the physical therapist all tell me to keep moving. “Stay active,” is what they say. Stop sitting around, fatso, is what they mean.  But I appreciate the etiquette.

Between Christmas and the New Year the gym is mostly empty, just a few die-hards and a few people terrified of their doctor (like me). A soft, simple world.

My wife and I start each workout by walking around the track. It is a peaceful, easy way to warm up. Plus, it is the entire experience without the actual work. The track loops around the whole gym.

In the back are the free weights and the serious lifters, the people who scoff at elliptical machines and stationary bikes. They have one goal, getting bigger. Grunts, shouted encouragement, barbells filled with metal weights drop, crashing to the floor. Back there, everything is loud, aggressive, coated with primal energy. Even the women are muscular, hard like iron, almost scary. Everybody is laser focused on one thing. Strength.

Passing by there, the mirrors used to watch the process of lifting and to dissect form are replaced by picture windows, and the racks and bars give way to cardio machines, the treadmills stand next to the waist-high barrier that defines the oval track, and look out onto the weather. Some choose to be plugged in, listening to music, podcasts, audio books, or the broadcast sound attached to one of the televisions hanging from the walls and ceiling, others watch the weather, snow falling on the trees. If you listen close enough you can hear the breathing, the sweat dripping, the minutes being added to each life, as the heart rate is pushed, relaxed, interval training at its finest.

Around to the other side, diametrically opposed to the weights, just past the treadmills and stationary bikes, are the resistance machines. A gentler, kinder workout, not so focused on form, nobody standing, spotting, shouting encouragement. You can still hear it, but it almost sounds charming from that distance. Everything is subdued, relaxed. People stop and look at their phones, barely concerned with the sign asking them not to rest on machines between sets. It is almost a fitness rest area. Yes, people are exercising, but it is with a gentle civility, a quiet, relaxed conversational fitness regimen. In this area, there are a lot of greeting, hellos, handshakes.

Post-exercise hygiene is paramount. Scrub the padded seats, the back rests, the handles, braces, knobs, anything that might have been touched, or sweated on, or leaned against. My wife gets more exercise from cleaning the machine than she does using them. She wipes from side to side, top to bottom as I take my turn lifting. Leave it better than you found it is her motto. She does. When we hike she takes bags to haul out any litter. The world is a better place because of my wife. And the gym is a great place for both of us, relaxing, serene, with enough exercise to keep the doctors in check.

Not now, not when New Year freeze grips people who have spent a month indulging in fudge, eggnog and sugar cookies. Not when spring is following the deep dark winter freeze. All of the people who resolved to get fit are there. Standing, waiting for the machine to open, they don’t care about cleaning, or checking your email. They have a routine, found online or in an app, and laid out in concrete. Lifts, curls, presses, lunges, working opposing muscle groups for maximum efficiency. A path calculated from one machine to the next, accountancy in motion. “Are you done yet?” echoes from the walls, as they tap their feet, sigh and wait. It really screws up the symmetry.

But, the snow comes, January waves goodbye, February comes in like a lion and fades quickly. March is waiting. The crowd has subsided, and the regulars, or slightly irregulars, at least in my case, remain. My wife will lift, clean and be happy. I will work at keeping my doctors happy, and a quiet blanket returns to my life. Let it snow, at least until the rains come.

Tim Clark lives in Columbus, OH. He is an employee, a husband, a  father and a blogger. You can see his blog here, Life Explained. He writes occasionally and with pride for Street Speech, a local homeless advocacy newspaper. He is contributor for The Ugly Writers and the Good Men Project. He is particularly vain about his monthly column on The Wild Word. He is working on a novel.

TIM’S JUKEBOX – Let it Snow Songs

Our HEAD ABOVE WATER columnist Tim Clark has chosen his top five songs on the theme of LET IT SNOW.

Vote for your favourite in the comments section below and Tim will create one his special and much coveted ‘The Winner is…’ videos to announce the winner, which we will then post on our Facebook page.

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The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald By Gordon Lightfoot

It is so easy to believe that storms, the really big storms, the kind you can feel even before you see them, are sentient, purposeful beings. This song is all the proof I need. Sometimes I try to imagine the dread that consumed these poor men as they faced the end, but not for very long, it is a bad place to be hanging around. As an interesting aside my wife and I have actually been kayaking on the lake that “never gives up her dead.”

Something’s on the Move, Jethro Tull

Here is another nautical song about weather, with a completely different message. When I first heard this song the chorus just killed me. “And the turntable spins as the last waltz begins and the weatherman says something’s on the move.”  I only wish I could write something so brief, so beautiful and so universal.

 

Get Out of Denver by Bob Seger and the Silver Bullet Band

I’m not sure if there is any snow in this song. He sings really fast. But, it does have fog, rain and thunder. Plus it has a “Colorado State Policeman Trooper Cat” As far as I know, and the research is still preliminary, it is the only song to have one, and that has to count for something.

Will It Go Round in Circles, Billy Preston

Probably not too much meteorological stuff in here, but it matches the column this month. It covers almost everything. It explains life in less than 4 and ½ minutes. Now you know.

 

What I like About You by The Romantics

We all need someone to keep us warm at night when the snow is falling. And if it someone who can dance so much the better.

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17 Comments

  1. The Jeri Rae

    I choose Get out of Denver

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  2. Colleen mundis

    Bob Seger of course.

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  3. Irena

    What I Like About You!

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    • tim

      I really like that song. Great choice.

      Reply
  4. Trina EMMERSON

    Great post this one, loving snow but not in my backyard,, like to visit it when I’m good and ready for it. I enjoy how you line up the season’s in working order to appreciate them.
    I’m voting for..
    Bob Segar please ..’The Silver Bullet Band’

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    • tim

      A great song, Trina,

      Reply
  5. Anonymous

    Great post, Tim. I am new to the gym, but I’m already hooked. I love the machine, weight-machines more so than cardio ones. We’ve just had our share of snow – caused chaos as usual!!

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    • Adele archer

      By the way, it’s Adele here, not anonymous! 😉

      Reply
  6. Anonymous

    Tim I love love ya, but I’m not a fan of snow and/or the gym great article, as usual, and my vote has to go to Gordon Lightfoot!

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    • Tim

      Great choice, I still get chills when I listen to that song.

      Reply
  7. Susan

    What I like about you!

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    • tim

      What I like about you is your great taste in music, Susan.

      Reply
  8. Lauretta

    All great songs this time! I want to pick several but if I have to choose I’ll go with Gordon Lightfoot. Love you Tim!

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    • tim

      A classic, from the days of our youth, Lauretta. So long ago.

      Reply
  9. Rhonda Yauk

    Silver Bullet

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  10. Mike McNeil

    Billy Preston gets my vote

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  11. Gene Gillette

    I have to vote for Jethro Tull, you don’t hear any Tull these days.

    Reply

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