This has been an interesting week, weather wise. Tuesday and Wednesday proved to be the coldest days I have ran in since last winter. Tuesday was a measly -21 degrees celesius, -5.8 fahrenheit... and Wednesday was a balmy -29 degrees celesius (-35 with the wind chill), -20 fahrenheit. Today on the other hand got up to +7 degrees celesius, a tease before that darn winter weather returns for the remainder of January.
Matt (my husband) spent the week learning how to dress for the weather. On January 3rd we were forced to cut our long run short because Matt was on the verge of becoming hypothermic. The next day he was dripping with sweat and had to take layers off. I made my suggestions, but being Matt... he has to figure it out on his own.
On Wednesday during our run, I posed this question to Matt: "Why don't our eye balls ever get frostbite?" It was interesting to me that we were covered from head to toe with layers of clothing, except for our eyes. By the end of the run, my eye lashes were coated with ice, but yet my eye balls were fine. Even as a child, I could spend hours on end outside in the fridgid Canadian winters, bundled to the nine... and my eyes always survived. Thank goodness for those toasty eye sockets!
"Time for the weather report. Its cold out folks. Bonecrushing cold. The kind of cold which will wrench the spirit out of a young man, or forge it into steel." ~ Diane Frolov and Andrew Schneider, Northern Exposure, Lost and Found, 1992
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