Varying Degrees of "Liking the Cold"

Yesterday I had the romantic, feel-good feeling of liking the cold because it makes winter feel like winter. Remember how I said that? This morning was a little different. I'd like to revise that statement by saying that I have varying degrees of liking the cold, depending on the varying degrees outside!

I waved Paul off to work at 6:45 this morning and stood out for a few minutes gauging the temperature to decide if I need to wear Paul's Wooly Bear jumpsuit with gloves and a hat during my ride to work, or if I could get away with wearing my two pairs of leggings, a long-sleeve shirt, windbreaker, wool hat and gloves. It didn't feel that bad and so opted for the leggings (easier to peddle in than a bulky jumpsuit).

Once on my bike, however, I did not warm up as usual. My hands stayed frozen to the handlebars, my lungs still ached with the cold air, and my legs were still resisting the peddling motion by the time I made it to work. Huh. So I checked the temperature on the internet while thawing out in my office, and lo! It was only 18 degrees outside. No wonder! Yesterday was in the 30-40's, I believe, and so that's where I'd like to say my degree range of liking the cold resides.