I don't like cold weather. I hate feeling cold, and I hate wearing socks all the time. When the weather turns cold, I just want to curl up with a blanket and hibernate. I should have been born a bear.
Having said that, running may not change my anti-cold inclinations, but it changes my attitude sometimes. This morning, I got up and ready for my run. A long sleeved shirt and pants, since I knew it would be a bit chilly. Out I went. I spent about 2 minutes wondering what the heck I was doing outside on this cold drizzly morning. Much warmer under a blanket. Then I spent 50 minutes feeling warm and great while I knocked off 8 km (5mi).
Now, I am back inside and blogging while drinking a hot tea.
I am also deciding what to do for the day. I'm showered, dressed, and ready to go somewhere. If I hadn't run, I would be grumpy, frumpy and more likely spending the day in pajamas.
My kids are always asking to go out in the rain. (Mostly because they want to use their umbrellas.) Maybe today I'll let them do just that.