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Why oh why does it have to stay so cold?
I can't believe I'm saying that. I have always loved the cold. I would take the cold over sweaty, sticky, miserably hot any day. I hate feeling my shirt stick to my back an hour after I've taken a shower. I hate worrying whether my makeup is melting off my face. I hate getting into my car and not being able to breathe or touch the steering wheel. When its cold, you can just put on more clothes. And nice, woolly, preppy clothes, too.
Now, I want it to be warm, dammit. Not too much, but at least creep back up to the 60s in the early mornings. We've been rowing only once a week lately because none of us can bare to step into the lake -- we have to step in knee-high to put the boat in the water, since we don't have a dock -- which feels like you're standing in ice water. I imagine my legs being surrounded by thousands of little ice cubes.
And I can't get out of bed when it's cold; mainly, to get anything done around the house or do a rowing machine workout in lieu of being on the water. I mean, I cannot get out from under the covers. I'm getting frustrated by my lack of workouts, and I think when it gets warmer, my life will be back to normal (whatever that means).
But when will that be?