This is Pi Day #044
As much as I dread running in the cold of winter, there is a few weeks each year when the seasons transition. The snow begins to melt, the days get longer, and the paths turn into a muddy-icy-dirty obstacle course of treacherous adventure.
This week’s comic is inspired by a recent spring group run (even though I’m publishing it on yet another bitterly cold late-winter day!) By the time we returned from a couple hours of dodging ice dams, hopping around puddles, and climbing through not-quite-melted snow drifts we were all a little colder and wetter than anticipated, and at least one of our party was bleeding and due to be a little bruised and battered the next day.
Sigh. Say it with me: Summer is just around the corner. Summer is just around the corner. Summer is just around the corner.
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.