"There is no bad weather, just bad clothes". I think that line came from the 90's TV show, Northern Exposure...and while true--there are times when you'd just rather go to Tuscon. Outside walks in subfreezing temperatures? They generally suck.
It feels like Jack London's "To Build a Fire" out there. Yesterday, an afternoon walk. This morning, a predawn walk with Angel (today is a travel day and I needed to get it in early). I look forward to a return to the balmy weather that enticed me to California in the first place.
Forget every criticism I've ever made of inside workouts and treadmills. I would gladly trade a frigid walk for a warm gym, on a treadmill, with an Ipod. At least for a day or two, after which, I would cheerfully return to coaxing this indoor culture to get outside.
But only if it is warm.