Do we ever get it right?
The office I work in is kept on the icy side, so when it’s 30 degrees outside, you go out into the air and melt. Yuck.
Last night I went to the gym – 30 degrees outside, a toasty 23 degrees inside. All ok until you start running and 2 mins into the run, you’re melting again. I can deal with that, it feels good to know that you’re working. But then, into the changing room for a shower and it’s like an ice box in there!! Ouch, not good after such a warm run.
Where’s the happy medium? And, why do we complain so much about the weather?