the inveterate outdoor exerciser, almost didnít head outside
last week. The weather on Tuesday was bitter, the wind chill
worse (4 degrees, I seem to recall) and the house warm and
toasty. But I did, living to tell the tale and to do it again
the next day, and the next.
easy and it wasnít particularly fun, but it was, ultimately,
five benefits I gleaned:
Matching doesnít matter.
non-fashion-conscious me, matching doesnít matter anyway.
But something about the cold lends itself to especially not
caring if my socks match my shoes (or each other) or whether
my jacket is blue, one glove is pink and the other black.
Clothes donít stink as quickly.
summer, I canít wait to peel off my workout clothes and,
holding my nose, drop them into the washer. Not so in winter.
I wore the same outfit three days in a row before thinking
about washing it.
Cold-weather workouts carry more glory.
not that I particularly care, but people seem awed when I run
in single-digit wind chills; aghast when itís 90 degrees in
fun pretending cold burns more calories
doesnít, according to Runnerís World. Shivering ups
calorie burn, but we tend to dress warmly enough to overcome
that. Oh well. Ignorance was bliss.
feel more revved.
hot-weather run tends to totally zap me. But one in cold
weather, despite freezing my fingers and rendering talking
impossible, gives me an energy boost. Eventually.