Head bowed, hands stuffed in sleeves, I pushed my way yesterday through the strong west wind. After the balmy strolls of a lingering autumn, the power of this "arctic air" (as the weather people like to call it) took my breath away.
I've never minded exercising in still cold. You start off shivering but heat yourself up quickly. The body is a furnace.
But cold windy days are another matter entirely. Every bit of exertion-stoked warmth flies away in the breeze. You are at the mercy of the elements. A part of the landscape, bent but not broken.