This is it, we’re in the middle of it already! It’s the time of year that requires, to my way of thinking, the most adjustment: from Fall into Winter. Yes, capitalized, just like that. Its seems like only a few weeks ago that it was all sundresses, maybe paired with boots, but maybe not, maybe still with a bare leg and a cute heel. But now! No dice. Even though the temps can still be into the 50s and 60s, the morning-time is chilly-willy, down to the 30s. Even I, Winter Lover Extraordinaire, experience some difficulty in acclimating. No, it’s true. I love winter, but I become slightly squeamish about getting out and doing stuff when it’s cold-yet not winter, with wind-but no snow.
Par ejemplo, last night, I went for a run. But it took some mind-wrangling to get there. I came home from work and, realizing I had eaten way too much office-chocolate (this is not a euphemism, though it really could refer to a number of things… there’s chocolate and candy f’ing everywhere in the damn office. I look at it as a good exercise in self control, though it usually turns into let’s-eat-so-much-chocolate-at-work-that-it-makes-me-sick-and-I-don’t-want-to-eat-it-anymore, however. This experiment, as yet, has not proven successful.), and because I had chosen not to visit the gym, I decided on the running. I got home and started eating corn chips, mais oui. And I ate a lot of them. Stress-eating, you wonder? Procrastination-induced snacking? Yes, yes indeed. Because it was COLD (44 deg F, or thereabouts) and it was windy, and I simply DID NOT WANT TO. But, I went anyway, and once I got out there it was good.
The tricky part of cold-weather activity is managing the body-temp gap between starting the activity and being at the point of sweating. Layering! Of course! But if you run, you know it’s a real hassle to take shit off and tie it around your waist. Plus, you end up looking like an elderly woman mall-walking at 7am. So I dress sparingly, and hope I’ve struck the right balance. I did, last night, and the run was lovely.
My point being, though, that I have to remind myself every year that, while it stinks sometimes to get out there, it’s a matter of wearing the appropriate clothing, and then you can do anything. Right? I saw a guy driving to work yesterday morning, on a motorcycle, in 40-something degree rain. But he was wearing a nice motorcycle suit and I thought to myself, I’ll be he’s real comfy. And he probably was. Because he was protected by his clothing, which is the whole point. Here’s a good frame of reference:
This may seem like the most asinine pastime in the whole world, but there are those who love ice-diving. I’ve heard it’s beautiful, though I can’t say for certain I’d ever endeavor. Properly clothed, though, it’s nearly the same as any other cold-water diving. It’s all about the equipment.