More importantly, why do I like running around in horrible weather.
The East Coast has been hit by its third Nor'easter in as many weeks. The Northeast has really been hammered but here in NC, we usually get hammered by rain. Today, the temps plummeted and we had showshowers!
Naturally, I went out into it!
I have been in -40 in Saskatchewan and in 109 F in Death Valley in the Nevada/California border deserts. Greece can get hot and even PA gets hot and humid and then cold and rainy. I like all of it. Maybe I like the challenge of being out in it?
I have played football in borderline hurricanes, even reffed a couple of games in cold pouring rain and loved it. Maybe feeling the sweat pour down my face makes me think I have done something or perhaps the heat blast of coming in from the cold means the same thing to my demented brain. A lot of my fondest memories have been formed by bad weather, from marching in the summer heat at Gettysburg to the ice cold of Three Rivers Stadium.
I could be overanalyzing it.
Maybe it is just fun.
Michelle disagrees and stays inside.
She is clearly smarter than I am.
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