10 Degrees
It was 10 degrees outside today. It seemingly came out of nowhere and all of a sudden BOOM winter hits you in face.
I was walking from the office to my car today, it’s about a half mile. I park there because I can’t justify buying a parking pass for $90/month just to park for work; I feel like many share my sentiment but arn’t willing to walk the half mile to work every day (especially in the cold). I don’t so much mind it, I get some exercise, so it’s nice on days I don’t make it to the gym.
Anyway, that’s not to point of this post. I haven’t written anything in a while and I have a large writing project coming up, so you could say I’m stretching out my fingers right now.
So, here we go… I was walking to my car from work today, all bundled up with the gloves and hat I got for christmas, vitamin C running through my viens to fight off any cold, and the wind burning my face. I came to the corner of Babcock St in Boston and started crossing as a car whipped around the corner and my thoughts were “Wow, I hope I don’t get hit, today.”
Note the word “today“. Normally, you’d think “Is tomorrow a better day to get hit by a car?” Sorta, yea.
Here’s what I was going through my head at that moment:
- It’s really cold.
- A car is coming at me
- I’m pretty sure I can make it to the curb at my current walking pace w/o getting hit
- I wish I had tightened my belt more this morning.
I put all those together and thought if I got hit by a car I’d be lying in the road… which is mostly likely really cold asphalt; my pants are a little loose so if I land on my back my shirt will probably come untucked and my bare skin would be right on the cold road.
So that’s why I didn’t want to get hit by a car today… I didn’t want the cold road touching that little bit of exposed flesh when your shirt pulls up a bit. And I’m pretty sure that’s the only reason.
Brb, I’m gonna go eat some pasta, then write a book.
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