2 stubborn knuckleheads decided to run in single digit temperatures the day after a snowstorm. Given the condition of both the trails and roads, location was moved to MM. With an agreement to run 30 minutes out and back along Grove, the PAX covered about 6 miles.
To say it was cold is an understatement. Although YHC had no regrets wearing his shorts, he grew jealous of TYA who donned far superior face and hand gear. By the second half of the run, YHC’s nose, fingers, and other appendages – for which nature did not allow the ability to recess themselves within one’s body cavity – were past numb and approaching frostbite. “Coldest F3 run ever” as TYA noted.
F3 RVA baby…where it’s always sunny and 70, and we never close.