Jeebus.
So I've never really cared for running, but maybe once every two or three months I get the urge to go jog around the neighborhood. It'll be fun, I think. I'm in pretty good shape, I think. I've been cooped up inside all day, I think. And I'll toss on clothes I can get sweaty in and go. I'm rarely out for more than 20 minutes (and usually half of that time is spent walking), but it's not a bad way to get a bit of exercise.
Unless, of course, you toss on your running shorts and a T-shirt and go bounding out your door into the sun to discover that it is thirty-seven degrees Fahrenheit out there.
Within a block I had to turn around because my hands were going numb. I'm putting on another two layers of clothing and trying this again.
Unless, of course, you toss on your running shorts and a T-shirt and go bounding out your door into the sun to discover that it is thirty-seven degrees Fahrenheit out there.
Within a block I had to turn around because my hands were going numb. I'm putting on another two layers of clothing and trying this again.