I moved to Seattle initially to get away from cold winters. Fast forward fifteen years and I’m gardening in light rain at 55° with no jacket on. And not just, “let me finish this and go have some soup” but going out after the rain has already started. It’s quiet and nobody bothers you, it’s not that cold as long as you don’t stop moving, and weeds are easier to pull.
My dad gets out his jacket when it’s 50° and dry, I’m still trying to decide if short sleeves were a bad idea. When I was a kid I was essentially nonfunctional if I was cold and we argued about that numerous times.
Capillary structure in the skin plays a role, but there’s a lot of mind over matter there as well. I have some strong doubts whether random people can learn to be like Wim Hof, but I don’t doubt that random people can learn to be more like Wim Hof.
My dad gets out his jacket when it’s 50° and dry, I’m still trying to decide if short sleeves were a bad idea. When I was a kid I was essentially nonfunctional if I was cold and we argued about that numerous times.
Capillary structure in the skin plays a role, but there’s a lot of mind over matter there as well. I have some strong doubts whether random people can learn to be like Wim Hof, but I don’t doubt that random people can learn to be more like Wim Hof.