I live in Maryland. While it's not really The South, it's technically south. Under the Mason Dixon, hot sweaty summers, and wimpy winters. That's what I've gotten used to over the past 17 years. Oh, sure, we've had a few crazy winters where we've gotten a couple feet of snow. But even then, I feel like it wasn't really THAT cold out. No big.
This year? Holy buggers. It was 50 the other day here. Which, honestly, is what I expect in January in Maryland. A few random days of fairly warm. 50 I can do. Heck, 30 I can do. 1 degree with a feels like temp of -16? No freaking thank you!
Really and truly, the weather wouldn't bother me if I weren't a runner. I mean, we have a good heat pump, the kids play nicely with each other, so having them home from school is not a big deal, and it's not like I have a job to get to, so even the conditions of the roads don't bother me. (Except I do worry about my husband) But when there is snow covering the roads and it's hardening to ice, when it's so cold that you could get frostbite.... Well, I'm not going running, I'll tell you that much.
I'm a wimp. I will freely admit that. Wimpy wimpy wimp. I am not ashamed. What I am, though, is a little cranky. Because no running AND no Starbucks? Recipe for disaster.
If I'm lucky, they'll clear the roads today and the kids can get to school tomorrow, and I'll be able to find somewhere safe to run. It's supposed to be a lot warmer tomorrow. I think it might even get over 25. (I'm crying here, people. I am not cut out for this!)
At least it's pretty.