The five-minute rule for bad weather
I almost stayed home on the wettest morning of the year. Instead I made a deal with myself: walk
five minutes, then quit if I still hate it. I never quit. The first five minutes are always the worst — cold
hands, doubting the whole idea. After that the body warms, the rain becomes background, and the
woods are empty and yours alone. The five-minute rule has carried me out the door more times
than any fancy gear ever did. Try it the next grey morning.
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