Ok, that hurts.
I am in a fair bit of pain. And simply put, I have a new found respect for cold weather. Because it is so cold, it hurts.
Riding to work this morning was bitter…with a temperature of -12 and a strong wind blowing off the freezing desert, it was wind chill affected -21. I need to stress this again:
My hands and fingers are aching, as if I’ve been punching a wall for hours. My face is numb, my beard filled with ice. I can’t feel my feet. And then you come into the warm building, and everything cramps. Like having your balls. Kicked. Up your arsehole.
And the worst bit? Before I leave home, I stared out the window and thought how nice it looked: visually, there is no difference between a clear blue spring morning, and a clear blue winter morning. Damn it…I can feel my tan being blown away.