For those of us who don't go to the gym - like, ever - walking to the bus or train station can be a major accomplishment. Ok, so I'm not completely without hope of a quickened heartbeat, but getting to the train station requires either a 15-minute walk or a 4-minute bus ride. You see what I mean? The problem is in the waiting. Sometimes, the bus takes 15 minutes to arrive and that's when I have to muster up my anger management skills ("I could have been there by now!!.. breathe").
Anyhow, back to the workout. This morning, I almost overheated on my way to the train station. It's Saturday, I was in no rush, and I decided to just "walk it out". I'm still not accustomed to how hot I can get underneath 3 layers of clothing, and I nearly broke a sweat on a 30-degree day. Yes, out here in Boston's pedestrian-land, it's been so cold the last couple of weeks that a 30-degree day feels like Heaven. (By comparison, I stepped outside a few days ago to 1 degree air... On the bright side, it wasn't windy that day, so I could still breathe without freezing my face AND my throat.) Still in 30 degrees, I'm reluctant to go without the long-johns, although as the winter progresses, it feels like they're less and less necessary. But I guess I like sweating. Seriously, you know you've been in New England for a minute when 30 degrees starts to feel like 60 and 1 starts to feel like 10. But hey. Anything beats waking up to another 1 degree day. (Unless it was -15 the day before.)
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