Cold to the bone

...it worries me that already as I walk to work (which is five minutes away from my house) my dreadlocks have frost on them.

As someone who got frost bite two years ago from snowboarding, it worries me that already as I walk to work (which is five minutes away from my house) my dreadlocks have frost on them. I refuse to get frost bite again this year. It ain’t happening.

So I have been bundling up to the nines. Winter coat, mitts, toque, sweater, thick socks at this point I might as well throw on my snow-pants, which I’ve seen some people do and I admire their intelligence while thinking to myself, why didn’t I think of that? Maybe because I’m just not Canadian enough for this weather.

Thank the municipal tax dollars for our leisure centre. I walked in to do a work out at the gym, and had to do a double take seeing people entering from outside in their work out t-shirt and shorts. Apparently frost bite got nothing on you.

Seriously though, I am very grateful for the hot tub at the Houston Leisure Facility. Nothing like warming yourself up in an extremely large tub of steaming hot 41 degree celsius water. I felt like a hard boiled egg. Cooking from the inside out so thatI can be frost-proof too during these cold winter nights.

I’m a huge fan of winter. If the time came where I was to move elsewhere, it’d have to been in the same latitude as Houston.The crisp clarity of white snow, your legs being sore from snowboarding or cross country skiing, enjoying the strange bubble formations as you skate on a lake, or the exhilaration you feel as you toboggan down your friend’s sledding hill of doom. I’m all about that, as long as I don’t die of hypothermia. No thank you. I still want to be alive to enjoy that hot cup of cocoa afterwards inside a toasty warm house.

So I’m going to continue to bundle up and take advantage of the amazing leisure centre we have complete with all its warm amenities, and I highly encourage you do the same this crisp winter season.