Just walking my dog, again
There’s one guy in my apartment complex who is out walking his dogs every day of the year. That’s saying a lot in a state that snows for seven months and is either 90 degrees and humid or raining for the other five. There are approximately four nice days in North Dakota every year. I think so far we have had two.
Some of you might know my boyfriend grew up in California. This means I have to spend a lot of time defending the Midwest to him and his family. This is nearly impossible. It is hard to come up with a response to “Why do we live here again?” when it has rained for 16 days straight. Summer has not started yet and June is half over.
North Dakota is not really known for its great weather. But I love the weather here. Really, I do. I grew up in Minnesota, which is basically the same as North Dakota, just add a few cities and a lake for every person. Growing up in a state where the average January temperature is 11, winter was always my favorite season. My dogs, brothers and I spent hours sledding, tackling and playing in the snow every year.
But it’s not just winter I’m a fan of. There’s something about the extreme weather changes in the upper Midwest that sends me and my mutt out the door. One month Ace and I are out running in -25 degree weather, wearing so many layers that I actually sweat from overdressing. Trust me, that can only happen to a Minnesota kid. The next month I’m out running in a tank top and shorts, unable to keep cool no matter what. I love the extreme temperatures, the seasons and running my dog no matter what day it is.
As for that neighbor of mine, I’d post his picture here, but that might be a little creepy since I’ve never actually talked to this guy. We have glanced at each other every now and then as our paths cross. We are both thinking, yeah, we are the only ones who do this.