I was going to write about the sweat ring I earned today in my 120 minutes of work out classes.
I was going to write about being able to order a size smaller bridesmaid dress than I thought they were going to order.
I was going to write about holding my nine day old niece (who was born on my birthday).
Instead, I am writing about my nightmare. Background - was in a car accident on snowy, country roads. Enter the tale of nightmare driving!
It had been windy all day. That was nothing new. I set the cruise and sped on I-69 at 70 mph. Making great time and GPS put me at home around 9:30. I noticed drops on my windshield. I had about 20 miles to my exit when WHAM! Suddenly, giant white flakes began blowing. The road in front of me was instantly covered. Being the chicken I am, I instantly slowed down and a few miles later, the snow stopped.
Ten miles to my exit. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this.
The connecting road to my next major highway was pretty clear. Good driving roads.
And then it began. Once I had cleared my last city until my county, I noticed that there was NO ONE behind me. For 20 miles, I had the road to myself. Thank goodness. With all of the blowing wind and the giant snow, I had to keep telling myself to breathe. There were oncoming cars, but thankfully, I could drive as slow as I wanted.
Then, comes the nightmare. The major highway that leads to a mile from my house has a slight detour. It takes you into the country because a bridge is being replaced. Country roads. Snowy and slick and at this point, I am driving 20 mph. Yes, readers, you read correctly. 20 MILES PER HOUR!
I used my GPS as my beacon. It let me know how many more miles I had left on my treacherous journey home. Honestly, I am more sore in my shoulders from being so tense on the drive than from my workout earlier.
Thankfully, I am home. Safe and sound. I prayed for many drivers that I passed that were headed into the slick roads...that they would see the danger before anything serious occurred.
I don't mind driving in the snow most of the time. Just not at night. And not when it's really slick. And when it's really blowing. Hmmmm, maybe I should move south.