Winter Runfessions- Florida-Style
Well, here we are “between the years” or, as my family likes to call this week, “in betweek.” We had some excitement down here over Christmas, which is that it got down into the 40s and actually stayed cold for three days! But before we get into that, thanks to Marcia for opening her “runfessional” as she always does the last Friday of the month. I have one big runfession, which is that after all my whining and complaining about the heat… 40s was a little TOO cold for me, ha ha. I know! 40 degrees isn’t really cold, and believe me, I know cold. I grew up in the Midwest and experienced windchill temperatures of 75 below. But… When my friend came over on Christmas Eve, our “Florida cold snap” led us to reminisce about our least favorite things about winters growing up. Getting into an icy cold car first thing in the morning (that moment where you had to sit down and felt your freezing cold jeans on your legs,) getting dressed under the covers in the morning because the thermostat was on a timer and for SOME STRANGE REASON didn’t heat up before I got out of bed, having cold feet for five months in a row…. and I remembered- oh yeah, I don’t like being cold! Actually, I hate it. Life is hard when it’s cold out. You have to wear layers and spend a lot of time shivering. Even with temperatures in the 40s (did I mention it was also rainy?) I had to dig out my hat and gloves for running, and it took a couple miles for me to warm up. 50s is good. 40s is… nippy. I know what you’re probably thinking. “Jenny, why don’t we put you in some sort of biodome, where it would never get too hot or too cold, Would you be happy THEN?” Well, yes. Yes I would. Tomorrow our temperatures will be back in the 80s and I’ll probably be complaining that it’s too hot again. But… now that I remember how miserable I was every winter growing up, I’ll take the heat. It’s a fair tradeoff. This “runfession” is short and sweet because today is my daughter’s birthday! I’m off to do the thing I least feeling like doing right now… wrap presents. Poor kid, it’s probably the worst birthday ever. Still, it’s special to her so we try to make the most of it. I hope everyone is enjoying the “in betweek!” Would you rather have it be too hot or too cold? Or are you moving into the temperature-controlled biodome with me?