When it’s cold and dark out, the logical thing to do is go for a run outside while wearing all black.

Not Shown: Headlamp (for safety reasons, of course)

I refuse to let the lack of sunshine and warmth prevent me from my (attempted) daily runs. In fact, I refuse to let the lack of sunshine and warmth bring me down at all. For this reason, it’s incredibly important to woman up and get the hellojello out the door.

Yes, it’s dark. Yes, it’s cold. Yes, I’m wearing all black. And yes, most dogs think I’m a burglar as I run past their fenced-in territory, but damn, does it feel good. The symphony of barks from unsuspecting dogs that resonates in my wake is downright satisfying. I know they’re howling to each other, “Look at this crazy broad prancing around like a ninja when it’s all kinds of cold out!” At least, I like to pretend they’re howling that to each other.

Amusing thoughts like these keep me warm. That, and the four (soon to be five) layers of clothing.

Take that, winter!