Out with the Old, in with the New

When I look at the next morning's forecast and see a temperature of 15 with a "real feel" of 8: 

old me: "That's way too cold. I guess I can't run tomorrow. Oh well."

new me: "I can bundle up. Alaskans do it all the time."

When my alarm goes off at 6:00 on a cold, dark winter morning:  

old me: Sighs and pulls the covers over her head. "I'll just work out this afternoon."

new me: She doesn't jump out of bed, but she accepts that a half hour of extra sleep isn't worth putting off a workout.

On a run, when my eyelashes freeze, my butt is numb, and my hair is stiff with ice: 

old me: "I can't run in this! I might get frostbite. It's dangerous!"

new me: "Frostbite? Hey, I wonder if I could get some frostbite on a few of my fat parts and get them to fall off? That would be sweeeeet!"

So, today's forecast predicted a temperature of 15 degrees and I went out for 55 minutes! It felt super cold, but I did it! And I didn't get any frostbite on any of my body parts, for better or worse. But, the kicker was when I got home and looked at the weather and saw that the actual temperature was 8 with a "real feel" of -2. I felt proud. I like the new me.