Greetings from Antarctica. It was 5 degrees, feels like -12 this a.m., with 12mph wind driving off the river. On the bright side, don't worry about bringing water on your run today (it'll probably be an ice cube in your hand very soon), but you can just grab a handful of snow from the woods and pop it in your mouth for perfect belly satisfaction. Mind the yellow snow, of course. Running and walking outdoors is making that single-digit specific squeaking sound again underfoot, which is when you know it's really really cold.
Cody and I went out for an easy 30 minute run through the Argo trail woods at the end of the street and needless to say, didn't see another brave soul out there aside from 3 runners wearing half the protection I was and chatting along like it was a summer jog. Punks! These pics are from after the run.
Eyelash icicles make for good wind protection.
Why aren't we inside yet?
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