Bama’s Bitter Blast was one for the ages. For me growing up in Roanoke, Virginia and spending several years in rural Virginia, I had never seen anything like this. We used to get inches upon inches of snow. Schools would be cancelled for days. But I always seemed to make it home without any issues. What happened from just two inches of snow and ice was something hard to explain to my family at home. Without being here, it is something so difficult to comprehend.
I would consider myself one of the fortunate ones. I had gone to Gold’s Gym at the Colonnade Tuesday morning for my normal 9:30am Torque class. It was flurrying when I left my apartment but in my mind, it was just going to be a dusting according to the forecast. After my hour workout, our trainer came back in and said you all might want to speed things up and get out of here because the roads are getting bad and traffic could be seen backing up on 280. At that point, I didn’t want to risk driving my car which only has rear wheel drive in the snow so I waited to be picked up by my boyfriend Shane in his truck. I figured if I was going to be stranded at a gym I might as well be productive and get another workout in until he was able to get me. Hours went by, Shane was still stuck in traffic. He was close to running out of gas so he had to turn around on 280 and get to the nearest gas station.
At that point, I decided to walk home. 2 miles. In my workout clothes and tennis shoes. Fortunately I had my winter jacket and a winter hat. I stayed in the grass on the side of 280. But when I crossed those intersections, I struggled to stay on my feet because they were nothing but a sheet of ice. I wasn’t the only one with the same idea. Lots of people were walking along the side of the road trying to get to their next destination. Four wheelers and all-terrain vehicles were also trying to bypass traffic. After about an hour of walking and shooting cell phone video, I made it home.
Again I was one of the fortunate ones. I had shelter. I had warm clothes. I had heat. I had food. And I had a television to watch CBS42 on for updates on weather and travel conditions. That’s where I stayed until Thursday morning, when I was finally able to get back to my car and back on the main roads to get to work.
Bama’s Bitter Blast, or the Snowpocalypse that everyone is calling it, will be something I never forget!
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