Last night I attempted a run outside in my short-sleeved shirt, vest on top, hat, no gloves. Um, yeah. I underestimated the chill factor and only went 1.2 miles before saying "I'm done." My hands were stinging icicles and completely red. But my pace was pretty good for the hills in my neighborhood. Woot.
Since my hands have been dubbed multiple names pertaining to death, zombies, witches and the like...maybe I should just sign up as a zombie for the Run for Your Lives 5K. Plus, how often can I be a zombie for a race? Not very. Again, I need some partners in crime for this race!
My hands' nicknames:
Bony fingers of death
Zombie witch hands
Cold skeleton hands of death
Oh, and let's not forget someone calling my digits "man hands" from my video a while back
My hands are nearly impossible to work with after a long, cold run...just ask Kerrie. One time I could barely open my car door, let alone turn the ignition key. I had to use my wrists. My hands were "frozen" into claws.
Gloves, my friends, are apparently a necessity. :P
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