It’s been cooler the last couple of days, down in the 40’s when I first get up in the morning. Yesterday I did yoga (barefoot) in the gazebo in 42 degree weather. If I’d checked the thermometer before going outside I probably would have freaked out about how cold it was. Instead, I just got to work and warmed up pretty quickly. Except for my toes. My toes were pretty cold the entire time.
To put this in perspective, today in Dunedin, Florida (my hometown till recently) the temperature is 89 degrees, with a remarkably low humidity of 52%. I would normally not even be thinking about wearing socks for another 4-6 weeks.
For many years I’ve had a mental block against being cold. There are lots of reasons for that, some of which I understand, some of which still elude me. But for me, heat and cold tolerance are all about state of mind. When I left Florida, I was weary of declaring my intolerance for temperatures below 75 degrees. I want to be adaptable. I want to go places because they seem interesting, not because their climate fits a certain profile.
So I’m heartened. Cheerfully doing yoga when the temperature is within throwing distance of freezing is a definite sign of progress towards climate adaptability; I’m tolerating 50 degrees colder than my typical daytime outdoor temperature during Florida summers. Which is a good thing, because two of my top places to visit are Reykjavik, Iceland and Copenhagen, Denmark. (But wait: Denmark’s average winter temperatures are between 30 and 37 degrees. Hah! I’m closer to climate fitness than I thought!)