Can you feel it? Can you feel the heat? Is it actually warming up or has my body gone numb from the cold weather. Hard to tell, but I think it’s warm outside right now. Granted, “warm” to us is not the same as it is to someone who lives in Florida or in California, like some of my friends who decided to move there after college. (My cool friends moved to California, my loser friend moved to FL because his girlfriend, now wife, didn’t want him to be around any of his cool friends anymore… sure miss you Paul. You dope.) We call those people “soft”, because they once lived here and should know what it feels like. But they’ve been gone too long and now think 60 degrees is cold. So they’re “soft”. Or is it, “smart”.
I went to grab a coat this morning and reached for a light coat instead of the heavy one, and I felt like I had reason to celebrate. But then I thought of those friends in CA & FL who have been coat-less for months, (Paul is probably forced to wear old man sweaters or a Members Only jacket) and wondered why I haven’t done something that intelligent yet. Because from what I understand, most of us will move to Florida at some point anyway. So why wait.
I know, FL is for old people, like our parents. I personally don’t want to be in Florida for 6 months each year. Not yet, anyway. But the truth is, all it takes is one. One what? One of us to buy into the Florida thing. Then the recruiting will start, and then WHAM! We’ll all be driving Buicks, eating dinner at 4:30pm and our hair will be blue. If that sounds fun to any of you, you need to get out more often.
Back to our heat wave. When I walked to the gym this morning (yes, I go to the gym) it was already 36 degrees. My brain said, Dude, you should run outside. (My brain calls me Dude) The thing is, I’m not a runner. (My brain is an idiot) But I bought into it anyway. So I went upstairs, ripped off the warm up pants, and started stretching out. And that’s when I realized there was no way I could run outside. I looked in the mirror and couldn’t see my legs. The wall behind me was white. Almost the same color as my legs. So I stayed inside, and will continue to do so until there’s some resemblence of color on my pasty white legs.
It’s now 43 degrees in Boston. At lunch time, I’m going outside with no coat, and I’ll be warm.
Here’s to not being “soft”. Bring on the Summer.
~UPDATE~ I went outside at lunch time and it felt colder than it did at 7am. And I was wearing my coat. This weather Sucks.