Cold . . . just so . . . cold
OK, so if you live in a real live (or even deep frozen) continental climate, you’ll justifiably look down your nose at this . . . I mean, us maritime climate inhabitants are such wimps, aren’t we?
It was COLD yesterday morning. I mean full-on, “Why didn’t I put on another couple of layers” cold. Actually, it was a whole lot closer to “I had a perfectly good layer ON, and a nice warm body to snuggle up against, before I was stoopid enough to get out of bed in the first place” cold.
Only about -8ºC, but by the time we’d done a mile or so, my face was numb, and the Reynold’s disease in my fingers had well and truly kicked in - they’d moved way beyond numbness, and right into full-on pain.
That’s the whining out of the way though, because it was a simply beautiful morning. Cold, crisp, with a sky fading from black, through purple to a wonderful pale golden-blue, and a sunrise to die for.
See - you get what you look for in life. Now, if only my lips would defrost.
Workout:
- Type: Run
- Date: 02/19/2008
- Total Time: 1:00:00.00
- Distance: 6 miles
- Average Pace: 10:00/mile
