Baby, it’s cold outside

I don’t like hot weather. I loathe being sweaty and I can’t stand humidity. (Don’t ask how much I hate Virginia in the summer.)

But, I also don’t adjust quickly when the weather changes. Yesterday the temps dropped significantly and today is even colder – 31 with a feels like of 26. In a month or so, that won’t phase me. I’ll be happy it’s not in the teens. I’ll put on my tights and my running jacket and my hat and happily hit the roads.

Today I’m cold. Last night my bedroom was 58 degrees when I went to bed. I slept in my robe. It’s 62 in my dining room right now and the gecko has yet to leave his warm hiding spot in his cage. (Don’t think I haven’t wished I could climb in his 90+ degree cave.) Such is life in an old house with no insulation between the bricks and the plaster.

I know I’ll adapt. I know that after a while I won’t be this cold. But knowing that and convincing myself to run in the cold are two different things.

But, before I know it, I’ll be dressing like this for a cold weather run…