Scrambler

‚ÄčAn Australian Creative Director and Strategist fumbles through life in America. Live from New York.

An Australian Creative Director and Strategist fumbles through life New York City.

The Onslaught of Winter.

So there can be no denying it now: winter is rapidly approaching, and autumn is cold as hell. But like every year, I REFUSE TO GIVE IN EARLY. I (and as it turns out, others) hold the belief that winter is a battle, and one must fight it layer by layer. This means not throwing everything on at first, as if by saving layers for later in the year, I'll be able to stay warmer, longer. This is, as the French would say, highly retarded.

Yesterday, I let my eyeballs determine whether or not it was cold. I looked at a sunny day, remembered that in the recent past, sun = warm, and therefore I would be fine running in a singlet and skins. It was 9 degrees. I knew this, but I determined that it was too early in the winter to be running warm clothes. As a result, I had an unpleasant freezing run.

Ditto gloves. I REFUSE TO WEAR GLOVES UNTIL DECEMBER. Despite the fact that my hands go numb now when I ride my scooter.

I have a problem.