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I hate being cold, so this is what I generally consider my Cranky Era of any given year. Looking ahead at the forecast, we’ve got lows in the teens next week so I’m not going to want to do much of anything.

But I’m trying.

I’m determined this year to stop letting the cold get me down and to embrace it, to lean into the change of seasons as part of the natural cycle of being a human being and to find the beauty in it. Perhaps the problem, after all, isn’t my frigid fingertips and toes or my stinging face, but my grumpy disposition.

Tomorrow morning I have to wake up early for my long run, and I know it’s going to be freaking cold with colder in the forecast. But it’s January, and that’s natural. It’ll get colder for a bit and then in a few weeks it will turn and everything will return to life with optimistic buds. I will be ahead of it, the first to spring, having embraced the spin of the world and the wonders of winter.

But seriously, this sucks and I hate it and warmer weather can’t come fast enough.