I am not a coddled, West Coast wimp.
I am a hardy, fierce, nothing-stands-in-the-way-of-a-good-time, good ol' Midwestern girl.
That's right; I finally got outside for my run.
It was 37 degrees F, yesterday afternoon, with 17 MPH winds (gusting to 30 MPH), which marked the wind chill at just below freezing. But it was a perfect day for a run.
Beides which, it is currently 34 degrees F, and my first thought when I saw that was, "Hmm, I should go out for a run before it gets cold again."