This is Pi Day : Bonus #038.1
Hey! Look under there!
I just made you say underwear.
I ran a half marathon this past weekend and in the minus-twenty, brutal weather, bone-numbing cold of it I was trudging along the icy route pondering my own sanity and wrestling with the possibility that I may have misjudged it’s very existence.
Of the four hundred racers, all manner of athletic prowess could be seen — as well as all manner of athletic gear. Tubes, toques, buffs, mitts, balaclavas, headbands, wraps, ski goggles, and more… anything to break through the cold. And it was so cold. One guy who passed me actually — no, really, had three-inch-long icicles dangling from his earlobes. And the race volunteers were dancing, jumping, and never-stop-moving as they reminded us that we runners were all actually a lot warmer than them. Sadly, they were probably right.
Afterwards, basking in the post race defrost, it was a brunch-driven debrief … sometimes literally, as more than one of us was wearing multiple pairs.
This is Pi Day #033.c
Of course, even after the running is done and all you’re longing for is the warm, comforting embrace of the indoors… someone invariably wants to take a photo.
But then who can resist… those puckered faces, the frost dangling from your hair and eyelashes, the looks of frozen bewilderment resembling nothing less than a half-crazed fitness buff who has spent the better part of an hour in temperatures fit for human nor beast.
Take a photo. Of course. No one is going to believe you otherwise.
This is Pi Day #033.b
After running fourteen klicks in the bitter cold over this past weekend, my mouth refused to cooperate with my brain.
In fact, there exists a state somewhere comfortably situated between chattering teeth and frostbitten skin where the mouth goes numb and one finds that talking becomes a chore of some difficulty only bested by the difficulty of trying to understand someone speaking in that condition.
Some folks might tell you that this state of affairs is far from unusual, but alas this past weekend my excuse had more to do with frozen cheeks and frozen lips and generally frozen face than anything more permanent.
This is Pi Day #033.a
It’s cold weather running week here… in the comic… and in real life.
This means that the text messages going flying each evening with a dreaded “are you running tonight?” nudge followed back with an “maybe, are you?” reply.
It becomes something of a game of frozen chicken and if nobody blinks… well, one quickly finds themselves plodding through the snowy streets in sub-zero temps whether it’s a smart thing to do or not.
This is Pi Day #033
Ice to meet you.
Technically, as a Canadian, it is not only my birthright but my patriotic responsibility to resolutely complain about the cold weather while simultaneously pulling on my wool socks and going outside to just deal with it.
I deal with it by running in it. And with the last week with its temperatures lurking in the -30 degree range (yes, that is a minus) this would usually trigger my wimp-out response and I’d just stay home and draw more comics.
But even as an adult there is this thing called peer pressure.
I text “….but it’s COLD!” and I get in reply “So… just 10 k then?”
I argue about the ice … and someone sends me an Amazon link for shoe spikes.
I steadfastly nudge and call out our mileages as I try to stick to the distance we agreed upon when we left the warmth of the run club… well, the comic speaks for itself.
Stay warm out there… unless you live somewhere warm, then … I got nothing.