The weather here right now is quite cold—20s-30s. It is not comfortable to be outside, and the thought of my evening run in the frigid air makes me scowl and concede that I might have to do my workout on the torture device known as the treadmill. But at least I will be able to feel my hands and feet, and I am sure that my muscles, as they churn out lactic acid, will be grateful for the warmth of the indoors.
I have been told that February can be a capricious month in this part of NC—some days might spike into the 70s, or we could enjoy lows of 15—as we are currently. Supposedly, I have a good deal of Swedish blood, but clearly, I have not adapted to thrive in cold environments. To be honest, I downright hate it, and I have been having moving-to-a-tropical island fantasies as of late.
I was raised in the mountains/foothills, and we got snow blanketings and frequent cold weather, but spending six years living in a beach town ruined me; I am now a total wimp when it comes to the cold. Okay—being honest, I do like the fact that NC has actual seasons—the only way to differentiate winter from summer in San Luis was by the foggy summer mornings. The fall here was fantastic—the leaves changing colors, the days turning crisp—so that I do enjoy, and I am sure that all of this foul-cold-weather-bitchiness will give way to sheer bliss as soon as spring hits us. So I am trying to look on the bright side. I just wish that I didn’t have to run on the treadmill tonight.