I make it a point to experience extreme weather. Yesterday, we had subzero (Fahrenheit) temperatures, and, as is my wont when we get this kind of weather, I went out for a walk.
It's not a point of pride or anything. It's not about dip-shit stoic macho extreme sport outward bound wilderness braggadocia crap. I'm not going to do the polar bear club thing. I'm not going to jump into ice water naked (although I do like the rush of jumping in a snow bank from a sauna or hot tub, but only if you get to go back into the sauna or hot tub).
I'm not going to brag about being a Northern type adapted for the cold, because that's not true. Why, even Siberians and Inuits aren't really adapted for the cold. No one is adapted for the cold. You don't thrive in Arctic conditions. You don't develop an advanced culture or a rich panoply of leisure activities. You merely survive. So, bragging about going out in the cold as an extreme experience is really kind of stupid.
No, I think I do it for the novelty, and like people who go on safari in Africa, there's only the suggestion of risk in doing it. (The stupid stuff, I got out of my system as a kid). I go out well prepared, with zero or no risk to my core temperature, and even less to extremity exposure. So, aside from exposure to my face, it was a very comfy walk in subzero temperatures. It was fun. The air was fresh and super sweet. The taste buds embedded in my lungs were having a good time enjoying the minty freshness of arctic air.
I can remember when I was a kid, we'd have at least two weeks of subzero weather at this time of year. Now, we are lucky to get a day or two of it. Did I say lucky? There may come a day, sooner rather than later, when temperatures getting to near freezing may be a novelty. Then I guess I'll have to move to Finland.