As I stepped off the sill and into the frost covered evening leading away from home I glanced at the weather app and noticed it reading -8 Celsius and didn’t think much of it and began to enjoy the novelty of subzero running. Just off to my right Rupert blasted through the powder, slashing and sprinting his way from my side to edge of his 16′ leash and back again. I imagined that his voice would be similar to the pig in the AllState commercials. You know, the one that went WeeeeWeeeeWeee all the way home.
The first few miles rolled by until we turned to head what I’d guess to be North East and were greeted with a blast of wind the likes of which I cannot remember..It dried the sweat off my brow and seemingly froze any other moisture to my face. Both of my arms began to have the pins and needles sensation and as I aborted the run plan and turned for home both arms went numb and I wasn’t sure that I had a hold of the dog’s lead. Looking at my hands but not being able to feel them was bizarre. As funny as it seems I continued towards home with the hand I was holding the lead in raised to help keep the loop over my fingers.
As I closed the front door and sat on the step wondering what had just happened my weather app updated to read-’ARTIC OUTFLOW WARNING-feels like -22..Anyway, hot shower time.

1 comment
Ruth says:
January 17, 2012 at 10:10 pm (UTC -7 )
Brrrrrrrr!!!!!