Toasty

This morning's walk to the T was frigid. Again. Tonight, I left the office all bundled up, such that I have no idea what temperature it is outside because I'm in my own cocoon of fleece and windbreaker. As I was walking to the gym I let my chin out of my scarf and noticed that it was rather nice out. For a fleeting moment I contemplated running outside instead of on the treadmill. I figured I'd be cold without my long winter running pants, so into the gym I went. As I hopped onto the treadmill I saw the current temperatures being reported on TV. 30 degrees, it said over the word Boston. No wonder I felt toasty!