8 on the 8th (hopefully not 8 degrees)

I hate being cold, and I'm usually cold for 5 months out of the year, so you can imagine how cheery I am these days. I walk around the house with a blanket around me, write love letters to the inventor of Polartec, and recently considered letting my leg hair grow out in the winter for the extra insulation. (With those three points, you can just imagine that my sexiness quotient is off the charts.) When I see women in those trim little winter coats, I wish I could be so stylish, but instead I wear a giant black parka that would be suitable in Antarctica and makes me look like the "I-can't-move-my-arms!" kid in A Christmas Story. I might not be cold, but I'm not cool, either.

I told my husband the other day that what I want most in the world is Man Circulation. How come he can walk around the house in a t-shirt when I'm wearing twelve layers? Is there a procedure that will give me Man Circulation? It's just not right. If I can't have Man Circulation, I want a thermal bra. (Size small, Brian, and any color will do.)

So today when I looked at the thermometer, I groaned to see it was in the teens. Today is a running day, and I did the treadmill yesterday, so I really felt like I needed to do the road today. I tried to will the temperature above 20, but no luck. I ran in 17 degrees. I've run in colder, but once you dip below 20, it all starts to feel the same and I start to worry about my teeth cracking from frozen saliva. I don't know if that happens outside the Arctic, but I worry about it nonetheless.

The cold is supposed to continue for a few days, so I need some extra motivation to leave the house at all, let alone for a run. The blog Notes of a Non-Runner is calling for folks to run 8 miles on December 8th, which I was planning to do anyway, so I'm happy to be part of the movement, so to speak. Then, the group runs for DFMC start the following week, when the post-run buffet will be enough to get me out there.