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Have you ever seen the Truman Show?

The Jim Carrey movie, where he is a character in a reality show, except, he doesn't know it's a show. Sometimes, I get a sense, a feeling, that perhaps that's what is going on with me. I even look around to spot the cameras.

Of course if this was true, then you would all be part of it as well. You could be watching me on your TV typing this sentence ... just incase, I apologise, this sweatshirt is really really comfort and I don't go out in public in it and I am getting my hair done next week.

We had our first winter storm last night. Compared to other storms, this one was tame. There was only 3-4 inches of snow and a thin layer of ice on top of it. When I went to bed last night, my gut said not to run. If Mother Nature is sending you a storm as a sign you should take it. Enjoy a morning at home.

You should always listen to your gut.

I woke up at 6.30am, wide awake. On a morning that I was planning to sleep in and indulge in a large pot of coffee, I am awake early enough to run. Damn it. Why does that happen? I can't get up for work during the week, but today I am bouncing around. So I get up and look out. The snow and wind have stopped. Everywhere is covered in a thick blanket of winter wonderlandness. It looks inviting. Peaceful.

My gut was still saying go back to bed, but my conscience riddled with guilt from my self-induced running hiatus got dressed and headed out.

You should listen to your gut.

The roads were somewhat clear. A little slippery in spots, but we made it to the park. The park is located at the bottom of a really steep hill. The sort of hill that wins everytime when you do a hill workout. As soon as we got to the bottom I thought "I (my car) will never get back up that". Why this thought didn't transpire before I came down the hill, I don't know, obviously that's the way the script was written.

Fast foward. I'm done my short run, unenjoyable I might add. Should of listened to my gut. Got into the car and headed up the hill. I made it almost a 1/4 way up before I was wheel spinning and rolling backwards. I tried again. I tried from a different angle. I tried in different gears.

Then a gentleman, who looked like santa (this is where I start to think I'm on a TV show, it's December and a santa look-a-like just happens to show up?) walks over to help. He tells me to get a good run at it, keep it in second and power up the hill. Santa makes it sound easy. I do as he says. I make it almost a third of the way up.

Santa exited stage left, he had a small part. I try a couple more times. Then a suspiciously dodgy looking guy comes over, cigarette hanging out of mouth. He tells me to put it in third and put my foot down. Somehow all these 'people' know I am driving a stick shift ... suspicious? I try his advice. I make it halfway up. I think I have it, I try again. Nope. The hill gets slightly steeper at the halfway point.

I go back to the bottom. A runner I know is coming in. I pull up beside him, do my best distressed wow is me helpless female bit, which wasn't difficult considering that is exactly how I felt. I asked him to drive it up. He tried once, twice, three times. Then he parked the car and walked around it.

"Do you have front wheel drive?"

I have a silver honda civic with cd player. That sentence contains all the information I know about my car.

He has another look at my car.

"It's your tires. They are worn down."

Just like me. Just. Like. Me

There is talk of tow trucks, rides home and CAA, I decide to leave it there, teach it a lesson. I'll come get it when everything melts. Which lucky should be this afternoon, it's supposed to warm up and rain.

I guess I am getting new tires. I'm thinking this is product placement.