It's only September and I've already pulled out the fleece pants to wear in the evenings. I've sat and watched TV, snug beneath one of the blankets that are a permanent fixture on the backs of our couches. I've already started drinking extra cups of coffee during the day just to stay warm, and I wore a sweater to church this past Sunday.
I don't like to be wet, unless I'm in a pool or a hot shower. I never liked to play with water pistols or sprinklers. I will add half-again the distance to walk from Point A to Point B just to go around rain puddles. Do NOT come after me with a hose, and don't expect me to run out in the rain to check the mail.
So can someone please tell me WHY, in the past week, have I been out walking on two different mornings with temperatures in the 30s and why on earth I went out this morning (well, yesterday morning, since it's now past midnight) with temps in the mid-50s but in the pouring rain?!!?!?!
|This is not a smile. This is my cheeks being |
frozen and unable to close my mouth.
Monday it was 35 when I got up. That's only THREE DEGREES ABOVE FREEZING!!!! I started out in workout pants, a hoodie and gloves, but I had my hood down within the first mile and the gloves were off by the end of Mile #2. And I was sweating enough that I got rid of the sweatshirt once we got back to the car. (Oh yeah, another side effect of the new look: I'm more brave about being out in public in just my sport bra. I still don't have anything close to a six-pack - maybe more like a two-pack - but compared to what I did look like, I'm pretty darn comfortable now.)
And this/yesterday morning? This morning I woke up, realized it was raining, and texted Sandi. "Raining. Wait for a break or what do you want to do?" She texted back that it was up to me, but she was game to go ahead and walk. And, heaven help me, I texted back and told her we'd do it. And we did. Four miles. I turned my watch to the inside of my wrist, took my workout towel and draped it around my neck, and just shook the water off my dripping hair every few minutes. I also took an oversized bath towel to sit on when I got back in the car afterward. We didn't set any world speed records or anything, but this was one of those mornings when it's enough just to be out and putting in the work.
So I've been out in sub-40 temps in shorts, and I've been out in the cold rain. Me. Miss Huddle-in-the-Corner.
I think I've officially crossed over in to Crazyville.