Snow, snow, go away...

Dear Mr. Snow-
Snow, snow, go away, come again some other day...scratch that! Please don't...just stay away!
Seriously, stay away!
You are pretty when you are falling and I can run on you the first day, when you are pristine and provide me with a peaceful and calming run...but...that's it.
After that it's all down hill. I can't run on you after you have melted some during the day and turned to ice over night.
I can't run on you when the snow plows can't get enough of you off the street to provide me with a path to joy.
Ugh, then you leave me with the DreadMill, which next to you, Mr. Snow, is my worst enemy.
An endless spinning of a rubberized mat, going nowhere, boring and unsatisfying.
Not to mention, during times when you, Mr. Snow, invade my peaceful bubble of workout pleasure, there is actually a line to get on one of these horrible creations.
Tomorrow morning should be fun. With sun today and plows attempting to clean you up, it's sure to be a mess. I am all set to get up at 4am, dress in my SealTeam gear and head to the park for a grueling "snow" workout BUT if you are nasty overnight and the roads to the park ar "iffy" I shall be banished to the indoors of the YMCA, made to stand in line for the rolling mat that pretends to be landscape and sweat along side another tortured soul while I try to enjoy a run...
I have nothing else to say to you Mr. Snow.
You are here, I have to deal with it but I do not have to like you.
Enjoy your stay but do not hurry back.
Fondly,
-d
P.S. My dogs agree and peed all over you today...HA!