My husband and I are winter wimps. There, I admitted it. Now I’m on the way to recovery.
He and I adore summer and love the cool crisp weather that belongs to autumn; but somewhere between November 14th and December 15th, we prepare for hibernation. We pull out the thick blankets. Make a list of movies we want to watch and books we want to read. Stock up on fuzzy socks. (Well, I do anyway). And we prepare to spend the upcoming months indoors, where we can admire the pretty snow from the comfort of our living room.
Winter wimps. We hate being cold. And since we live in New England, there’s not escaping it, even if you are in hibernation mode. That is, unless you have a job in which you can work from home. If that were the case, I’d totally order my groceries online and seriously never step foot outside until spring.
Since I’ve lived in New England all my life (other than two years spent at a college in Florida), you would think that I’d be accustomed to the cold by now. And this hatred of anything icy, snowy, or shivery certainly wasn’t passed down by my family. My younger sister runs miles outside in this weather. So does my 78-year-old-grandfather. Now you see my shame?
I could accept the fact that I’m different and that I belong somewhere down south, like Florida, if being a winter wimp didn’t make me so unhappy. I want to get outside this winter and to actually enjoy the snowy weather. I want to go snow-shoeing, and sliding, and to make a snowman. I want to make an effort to actually embrace the winter season.
And so my husband has stocked up on warm lining to put underneath his pants. We bought some thick winter boots so that we can go out and play in the snow. I’m investing in some ultra-warm gloves and socks. And we bought a gym membership. Hey, our gym’s parking lot is a quarter-mile from the gym entrance, so that means we have to brave the elements to get there. It’s a start, right? 😉
Are you a winter wimp?