I write to you from a tent made of quilts. My housemates and I are too cheap and too stubborn to turn on the heat, so here I am, hiding under a pile of blankets, prepared to enter a Netflix-fueled state of hibernation until the warm weather returns.
As winter descends, our collective willpower to leave the house wanes. As cozy as the fetal position is, it might not be great for your mental health. Seasonal Affective Disorder, or (fittingly) SAD, and the garden-variety gray-weather blues undermine people’s moods.
Some colleges, like the University of Notre Dame, use “happy lamps” and rooms with UV light to provide light therapy to their overclouded, seasonally depressed students.
We’re wintering in North Carolina, not Northern Indiana (thank God), and we still have blue skies in November. Those days are beautiful for the crispness of the cold. Trees are still elegant with bare branches, and wooded trails are softer for their new mantle of fallen leaves.
Winter is a fine time to be outside, but making it fun in a land bereft of ski slopes or ice skating ponds can requires a little creativity.
Whatever you do, aim for seasonally appropriate dress. If you’re a cold-fearing cycling fiend, invest in windproof gloves and a windproof outer shell. While running, try earmuffs underneath a hat. Double up on socks, and if it’s wet out, put plastic bags between layers of socks to keep your feet toasty and dry.
I prefer bagel bags. They are feet-shaped and decorated with fashionable exclamations, like, “100% Whole Wheat!” I also recommend wearing leggings under all pants. If that’s not enough, practice your favorite version of the Hypothermia Dance for added warmth.
As for having fun outside, try jogging between friends’ houses, demanding hot cocoa at each. Or play a contact sport that involves unintentional cuddling.