Paying Tribute to the Winter Running Buddy
I am a huge wimp when it comes to cold. I hate being cold. Hate it, hate it, hate it. A strong word for strong feelings. My morning can be ruined with a cold shower. I won't swim if the water is tepid and am often the buzzkill when it comes to late night night skinny dipping parties. Not that I've ever had one of those. But if I were to have one, the water would have to be hot.
Perhaps I have Cheimatophobia, which is fear of being cold. This phobia proves to be an extra big hurdle for my shivering self when winter hits New Hampshire for a very, very looooong time, and I still need. to. run.
I have a sneaking suspicion that I'm not the only one out there with this problem. And this is why, friends, we need that winter running buddy.