You go out for a run, and it is cold. I mean really cold. You warm up after while, and it’s not so bad. Then you get home, your hat and eyelashes are completely frosted over, your skin is all pink, and you feel invigorated. You also feel a little puffed up because despite the weather, you went out for a run, and you think, “look at me, I’m hardcore!”
Then someone does look at you, sizes up the frost, watches you stomp the snow off your shoes, and says: “You’re crazy.”
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So true 🙂 I listen to friends from warmer climates complaining when it gets below 10 degrees C and just chuckle!