If nasty weather is designed as a test, I generally fail. There are elements of weather that make me not want to walk. Walking in the rain is over romanticized. My face is always wet, I can't see and my thighs provide a whole new meaning to road rash. When it rains we should call a rain out and stay indoors. Rain storms are why cavemen invented caves.
A little fog never hurt. But sometimes there is too much fog. My little red blinkers just can't be seen. On those days I call for a "fog out"and my dogs and I turn around and go home. Like a rain out, it is a walk lost. The fog is the reason we invented the lighthouse.
Walking in the snow is no better than the rain. I have the same set of problems as rain with the addition of frozen nipples and no visibility to traffic. When it snows, we should stay indoors. Snow storms are why the Sioux invented tepees.
I don't walk in the mud or when it's icy. Slip sliding away is a Paul Simon lyric not a physical challenge. When it is muddy and icy we should stay indoors. Mud and ice is why J.P. Morgan invented the mortgage.
The wind takes all of these nasties and accelerates the misery. Add the cold to any of these and I can find the right clothing. There is no right clothing that saves you from the wind. Windbreakers are a North Face joke.
Wind I hate you the worst.
A little fog never hurt. But sometimes there is too much fog. My little red blinkers just can't be seen. On those days I call for a "fog out"and my dogs and I turn around and go home. Like a rain out, it is a walk lost. The fog is the reason we invented the lighthouse.
Walking in the snow is no better than the rain. I have the same set of problems as rain with the addition of frozen nipples and no visibility to traffic. When it snows, we should stay indoors. Snow storms are why the Sioux invented tepees.
I don't walk in the mud or when it's icy. Slip sliding away is a Paul Simon lyric not a physical challenge. When it is muddy and icy we should stay indoors. Mud and ice is why J.P. Morgan invented the mortgage.
The wind takes all of these nasties and accelerates the misery. Add the cold to any of these and I can find the right clothing. There is no right clothing that saves you from the wind. Windbreakers are a North Face joke.
Wind I hate you the worst.
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