Freezing!

This morning at 7:30: two miles with temps in the teens. My toes were numb by the end of the first mile, and I thought I might have to turn back. The grass along the trail was white with frost, and the puddles were frozen solid. I eventually eked out 2.14 miles and felt pretty hardcore. It reminded me of my New Hampshire days when I trained for a 10K with Trish and Janet and ran in even colder temps, even earlier in the morning, despite ice and snow. That was about 10 years ago. I've gone soft since moving back down South ... and running partners helped a lot. (Probably being 10 years younger helped, too. And I'm only at two miles. Sigh.)

Next time - thicker socks.

Here's a look at the morning frost, via iPhone.