I am in full on winter running mode - which means I never check the temperature, I just throw on my two layers of pants and three layers of tops and head out the door. Imagine my surprise when, at dark o'thirty this morning, I left the house to a balmy 20 degrees. It has been so cold this month that that 20 degrees felt like 60. Which made for one HOT three mile run. Of course, I was working extra hard to run through five inches of fresh snow, so that heated me right on up too.
If this "warm" weather could stick around, I may actually be able to handle winter without rocking back and forth on the floor crying like a crazy person.