It was cold and clear -20° down by my house the sun was just coming up, two good runs were had at hatchers pass, an inversion made the high country quite comfortable and the sun beat down on us as we hiked the savage beast that is darkness in november swallowed us temperatures dropped probably from 0 (quite comfy) to about minus 30 (not quite as comfy) when we had the bright idea to stop for lunch, while chewing frozen cliff bars and drinking awesome hot chocolate my gloves decided to freeze. With now frozen hands we started scouting a place for a kicker but in the cold all I could think about was my hands not freezing off. I threw off my gloves and put my hands on my bare skin to warm them up, no sooner were they warm and in the gloves then they were cold again. That was the only time I've been afraid of frostbite. I did get frostbite on my nipples once when I did a race in -4° weather before I learned that long underwhere goes under your spandex, sure as hell taught me a lesson
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