I was stupid yesterday. Very very stupid. We’re having “dangerously cold” weather here and I decided to go on a run.
A run outside, because I am still resisting my urge to join a gym and hemorrhage money for a place I will ultimately hate because it’s too crowded. Plus, I hate running on a treadmill.
So, after work I dressed in layers of running clothes and threw on my big puffy vest for good measure. Because my water belt wouldn’t fit over the big puffy vest, I just threw one of my 10 oz water thingies in my pocket and took off.
All of the sudden, my left hand was miserably cold. So cold that I started using very unladylike words and wondered how long it takes frost bite to begin. Then, my left hip was also painfully cold. I couldn’t figure out why my right side was, by comparison, toasty warm (with really meant not-quite-so-excruciatingly-cold).
I look down. I see ice rivers trailing down my left leg. It turns out that I had neglected to close my water bottle completely and about 8 oz of water had trickled out…and immediately frozen.
This means it’s too cold to run, right?
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