When did I become such a weather wimp?

Back in the day, I’d ski all winter in a skin tight lycra suit. If it was really cold, I might add poly underwear (Lifa brand, of course) to wick the sweat away and a T-shirt, and shorts because frostbite “down there” is excruitiatingly painful, believe you me. I’d orienteer in the spring and fall, and in the summer I was backpacking and canoeing, all of these things done in every condition from hot and humid to freezing rain and snow. I won’t say I was comfortable all the time, but I coped.

Now I can’t seem to get comfortable. Other people’s houses (like my dad and step-mother’s this weekend) are air conditioned to the point where I’m freezing, outside the heat and humidity hit me like a solid wall, and even in my own car where I have complete control over the airconditioning and heat felt like I could get the temperature about right but were still too humid. At least in the airplane I can get up to where the air is thin and cold and turn on the heat. But I just feel “wrong” all the time. And it sucks.

I wonder if the secret to being able to stand the seasons is to spend more time outside in them and less time in over heated or over air conditioned cocoons?