The typical New Jersey native pines for the summer sun, preferring a scorched July beach over a frigid January anyday. Having spent a year in the Bavarian Alps and gone to college in Maine, I've come to enjoy the cold weather a bit more than the local citizenry.
But man do I hate running in it. Here I am about to go for a morning run in 20 degree weather:
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Can you see how thrilled I look?
It's amazing to feel the transition, though, from feeling like death at the beginning of the run, to something resembling strength, stamina, and speed at the end.
Training in the winter is not going to be easy by a long shot, but today's run certainly gave me hope.