No, it wasn’t awful because Halloween is over and we don’t have any candy leftover from trick or treaters.
We lucked out over the weekend. I was running a 10K race with my friend John and although it was rainy, the temperature was over sixty degrees. I know I can run better when the temps are in the forties and fifties but let’s face it, at this age, I’m not going to break any more personal bests. But once more, I digress.
As much as we had lovely weather Saturday, a cold front was coming and today it hit us. I checked the temperature this morning as I was making my coffee. It was hovering around thirty degrees. For those of you in the north, you also know that there is a change in the air once the temperatures drop. When I opened the door to get the mail later, you could tell it was bitter. There was a bite in the air.
Happily, for me, I work from home so I just have to walk downstairs and fire up my laptop to get to work. If I have to, I can turn my camera off also if we have a Teams meeting allowing me to stay in my warm sweatpants all day long.
Then it happened. White stuff started falling from the sky. A tear formed in the corner of my eye. Winter is coming. It happens every year, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it. I certainly don’t. The snow fell lightly at first and wasn’t sticking to the ground. A while later, it was a mini blizzard. I sighed.
It didn’t last long but it was enough.
After work, I got myself ready for the gym. I usually just put my shorts & t-shirt on and head out. But having second thoughts. I finally gave in, grabbed my sweatpants and put them on over my shorts.
Oh, the humanity. I hate being cold and despise giving in to winter. I like wearing shorts and I’m thinking that season is now over for good.
Even worse, I actually grabbed a pair of jeans to wear after I showered at the gym. I hate wearing long pants. Yeah, I have a tough life, I know.
All of this winter stuff is a big mental game I play with myself each year. The temperature will not go up for quite a while now. Daylight savings time is coming this weekend also. It’s already dark when I get up and soon it will be dark when work is done.
I’ll survive. I always do.
It doesn’t mean I have to like it.
Sounds like me in Central New York! I feel like the "capri" pant (a.k.a the pedal pushers in my youth) allows me a brief transition/respite from long pants. I too love shorts. Stay warm!