NatTheFatRat asked about running in the cold. She asked how I don't get frostbite. Well Nat, the truth is I have been bitten by the frost, but it wasn't from running. I received localized damage to the big toe extremity of my left foot while snowshoeing. The two-year anniversary of the Great Frostbite is just around the corner. Even now, that toe is the first thing to scream at me when it gets cold.
Here's a photo of that extremity at its grossest:
Another, even lovelier view of the toe can be found here.
Yesterday morning, the gang and I went running again! This time, the degrees Fahrenheit was -1. MINUS ONE. That is cold. But I was prepared. As can be explained in detail here:
Look at what happens to my fabulous eyelashes when the temperature has dropped so low that even a witches you-know-what seems warm.
Cool, huh? 'Cept someone needs to wax their chin.