I already don't have a particularly dialed outdoor system down for pretty much anything (clothing, calories, bearanoia, etc) then add my refusal to stop moving. When you stop moving you get cold, so I just refuse to stop moving.
Is my neck cold cause I layered wrong??? As long as I can feel that it's cold it's clearly not frostbite, no need to stop and fix the problem.
Hungry cause I usually get a stomach ache if I eat too much for breakfast, but forgot to put any food in my pack's waist belt pockets??? It's only a six hour hike, I've gone for longer than six hours without eating before, no problem!
Thirsty??? Can't drink too much water or I'll have to not only stop, but expose delicate skin!
Starting to feel a hot spot where one foot is sliding more than the other because I didn't tighten my boot straps equally??? Um... yeah, still not stopping.
Not that I'm actually moving that quickly. Ask D. My lack of stopping does not actually make me quick. It makes me a tortoise. I'm typically moving so slowly that I could probably do most of these things without effecting my pace, but in winter, I always have poles, so there's no way to do anything unless you stop, plant your poles and go from there. Too much time. Too much cold.
So there is essentially a constant level of discomfort when I'm outside in the winter. It's all my fault, and I know it, but I'm not stopping.
The larger problem is that I don't want to stay indoors all winter. I mean I do. But I don't. First off, Summer only applies to like, 75 days a year up here... and even then, it's not real summer. There's always snow Somewhere and you can never take a hike without at least two long sleeve articles of clothing, usually three is most sane. And to be in a position to make the most of those 75 days you've got to be ready for them.
Plus... and not to press the point... winter is really pretty.
Work and life and everything is just so complicated. The whole being an adult thing. Spending 5 or 6 hours, once a week, staring at really pretty stuff, really makes clocking-in, going to the bank, coming up with new dinner menus every night (okay, so not like I cook dinner every night) but ya know, it makes being responsible easier. Don't ask me how, it just does. D likes to be articulate about it, but whatevs. I'm just saying, it's been awhile since I've been out. And I needed it.