'Tis The Season

So, it suddenly got cold here. By suddenly, I mean super-suddenly. The week before Halloween was hot, averages in the 80s. I ran a 6 miler one night that week, and by the time I had finished two miles of it, I was dripping sweat off the ends of my elbows. Then, last week, I had to run my long run in a long waffle knit tee, which I rolled up after 2 or 3 miles. The change was so quick, I can barely believe it. We don't really have much Autumn here -- one minute it's 80, and the next you can see your breath.

I have the coldest extremities of anyone I know, and I spend much of winter with freezing fingers and toes. I hate sleeping with socks on, so I prefer to warm my feet at night by pressing them up against the much warmer calves of my boyfriend. I love this. Him, not so much.

Last night was the first time since last spring that I needed to put my feet on him. He fought it for a few minutes, pressing the soles of his feet up to mine so I couldn't reach his calves which I struggled against them. But he finally acquiesced, and my feet were warm.

He looked over at me and said, "You know what? You're like one of those parasitic fish. You know what?? I'M THE SEA ANEMONE and YOU'RE THE CLOWNFISH!"

And I said, "Cutest clownfish ever," and fell asleep with warm feet.