I ran outside in -2 windchill and didn't die. And I still have all my appendages. (Side note: Did you know penis frostbite is a thing? I learned that today. I also learned you should never google "frostbitten penis.")
The key is good gear and covering every bit of your skin. (Read Megan's winter running tips for an awesome breakdown.) I was a little nervous about getting it right -- would I be too hot or not warm enough? What about my eyeballs? And dear god, would it be horrible waiting for my Garmin to find a satellite? (Answer: Yes, it was uncomfortable but doable.)
I wore a fleece-lined beanie, a
The run itself felt great. I can't tell you how excited I was to be outdoors after being cooped up on a treadmill for so long. (Is this how I get out of my running funk? Only run in ridiculous weather conditions to keep things interesting?) I took it easy over the icy patches, though -- I'm terrified of taking a nasty fall. (This happened to me in grad school a long time ago. I got out of my car, slipped on a patch of black ice and hit the ground hard -- in front of a lot of people, of course. I've been paranoid ever since.)
What I loved: How quiet it was out there. Like having the whole world to myself. And the scenery -- the snow transforms everything.
Also: These signs that the nearby elementary school made are pretty much the best thing ever.
|I don't ever want to see my poop cry.|
|The Minneapolis PD is standing by.|
(Huge thank you to The North Face for the cold weather gear! It's great being part of the TNFLocals program!)