If I’ve noticed one thing since I moved to Texas, it’s that you all really don’t care for winter. (Other realizations: 1.) “barbecue” is not interchangeable with “cookout”, 2.) I should’ve paid more attention in high school Spanish, and 3.) you sure like to drive everywhere.)
As soon as the thermometer hits 55, the winter coats come out, cocoa is made, and people start complaining about their bones aching. Nowhere is this more evident than the Katy Trail. Place is a ghost town. What happened to layering up? Throwing on a winter hat and breathing in the cold air?
Texas, you’re great, but man up and hit the trail. The treadmill can only get you so far.