Anyone that has met me or been near me knows that I have a small issue when it comes to the way of temperature regulation. And when I say small issue you know that I mean pretty much a life debilitating handicap. Not to say that this has entirely impeded my day-to-day existence, however I have been forced to develope some coping techniques and employ several tactics in order to coexist peacefully with other normally temperate people.
First of all, I primarily wear dresses. This wardrobe decision not only allows for more freedom and flexibility, but also provides me with consistent airflow and breathability. Additionally, I have several purse sized water spritzers ready to provide a cooling mist, whenever needed. These are mostly useful for overheated bar or concert situations, where a quick spritz can ease the discomfort of crowd induced humidity. As an added bonus I have filled each with mineral water to provide my skin with the glow of youth as I sizzle the night away. Where my work colleagues have space heaters, I have a tiny fan. Sleeping, for me, is most comfortable when within my self-crafted wind tunnel clocking in at about 55 degrees of bliss.
One might ask, “ Is all of this really necessary?” My response might be that until I am that person wearing shorts 365 days of the year, I think so. I have been many different sizes, completed a wide range of physical activities from light walking to triathloning, and lived in a diverse collection of climates. One thing remains constant, which is my extreme warmth. So if I ever seem unnecessarily flustered, averse to physical attention, or overly aggressive, please know that it is not you. It is most likely due to the fact that I am about 9 million degrees. And if you ever see a neon red person requesting ice cubes in a bar prior to an actual cocktail, it is most likely me or another fellow heat victim. So try not to judge and enjoy the fact that you are temperature appropriate.
2 comments:
Lol. You are too young to be reminding me of my Step participants at Island Health. I had a bunch of post-menopausal women in my morning step class. I would come into the studio, and they frequently had cranked the thermostat down to about 57 degrees. I'd literally have goosebumps as I started teaching.
They had to do it, as they would start having hot flashes if they ever got warm enough to break a sweat. It was brutal for me, since I'm such a wimp about the cold! lol. I finally got them to relent and let me turn it up to 65 when the cardio was done, and we were doing resistance. Brrrrr!
I was just about to add some long sleeve shirts to my workout apparel when my schedule changed. I miss teaching, but I don't miss the "brisk" workouts! lol
Best of luck keepin' cool!
Mike
oooh 57 degrees sounds glorious!
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