On a summer day, there’s nothing I love more than a good run in the hot sun. I slather on my sunscreen, lace up my shoes with a giant grin on my face, and head out to tackle those miles.Fast-forward to January.
There’s a foot of snow on the ground. I stare at my drawer of winter running clothes with contempt, longing to wear my shorts and sports bra outside instead.
And I dread those ice-covered sidewalks.All the while, there’s a little voice inside my head making me feel guilty: You know, they say that exercise will make your winter depression better.
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