Man, what happened to me? I spent four years wandering around Cambridge and rowing on the Charles, all the time freezing my ass off, solely in hopes of developing a thick skin for the cold. I used to go out on the river in little more than a short sleeve CoolMax and an extra pair of socks. When I first moved to LA, I used to run around in shorts and a t-shirt in the 45 degree winter weather, proclaiming how wonderfully warm it was outside (to the strange looks of those bundled up like they were in the Arctic).
Now, I'm not sure what happened but, I'm walking around with a fleece vest (yes, I'm an ephing nerd), a scarf and a long winter coat. Even when the wind isn't blowing, 40 degrees feels miserable to me. At night, when I return from work, my apartment feels tortuously cold...at 59 degrees. I don't know when or how this happened. Its not like I just moved to Boston from LA. I had two years of freezing UWS NYC winters to break me back into Nor'easter conditions. But with the brief exception of some very drafty windows in December '06, it never bothered me.
I'm not really sure how to fix this, short of getting back on the river regularly (5:30am wake-up...not gonna happen). I've already resorted to the vest, but in reality, I'd like to reverse the trend. Any suggestions? I can only eat soup so many nights of the week.
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