Listen to your mother...
I am grooming myself as a scientist: One who identifies key questions, formulates potential explanations/outcomes, and devises experiments to test said assertion. Last Monday was, as I described it, a "beautiful day." The sun was shining and we had finally broken the 10 degree mark for the first time in two weeks. To celebrate, I decided to take the opportunity to go for a run to shake out the carbon in the old legs. I took off wearing ND Band tear-aways and a hooded sweatshirt, key lanyard in hand. It quickly became apparent that it was too cold to run and listen to the iPod Shuffle, so I ended up carrying that in mitts, as well. I ran all the way downtown and saw many people enjoying a similar activity. There was one stark difference, however: They were all wearing special cold-weather running attire. I, on the other hand, looked like a chump whose car had broken down and was nearly hypothermic, trying desperately to find my way to a wrecker. No hat. No gloves. No fancy pants/jacket. By the time I made it home, I could not feel any of my extremities, had a pounding headache, and a raw throat. As if to intentionally remove all chance of my immune system catching up, I then suppressed it further by staying up until 4am. What follows, predictably, is a week long cold. Before the run, I was fit as a fiddle. Afterwards, I was instantly ailing.
So, it is true what moms say.
So, it is true what moms say.
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