|I showed this cartoon to my friend Wendy and she didn't think it was funny. I explained to her: it's about sleeping|
inside a dead deer for warmth, which is inherently funny, and then it also involves a dance-off: also funny.
She still didn't get it, and I'm forced to concede that one of my closest friends has no sense of humor. Source.
About a week or so ago, as most of you know, the east coast was hit with a cold front. Nothing inappropriate for December, but it felt much worse than it was after a relatively mild fall. Today's supposed to be in the 20s. It even snowed a little last night.
Suddenly last week, my twitter feed was on high alert. Everyone and their mother had some comment on running tights, on long socks that would keep your ankles warm, on fleecy hats that could accommodate headphones.
I don't know; maybe I naturally run hotter than most people, but I don't really make that big of a deal of cold weather clothes. I can't stand to have my head fully covered by a hat in the winter, for instance (odd, since I wear hats all summer). Usually the most clothing I'll wear is a lightweight long sleeved t-shirt under a running jacket. When I first started running, cold weather meant an extra cotton sweatshirt. Slowly I transitioned to expensive technical gear. It was huge for me when I bought my very first pair of running tights. Ten years later, I still have them. I just wore them Saturday, in fact. They're Asics.
Running in the cold is awesome because you can't lollygag. Stop for more than a moment to walk and you'll be cold. You have to keep running to keep warm. Plus, the runner's smug is in full effect. Running in the cold is just badass. "Yeah, it's cold out," you can tell your coworkers. "I cut my 7m run down to 5m because the wind kept blasting the snow into my face."
Speaking of feeling smug, I'm going to go out running now. This is the worst time of year at work, and I need at least that little bit of my day to go right.