What was that?

Oh! I think my toe just frooze off.

Running in the cold is a crazy, crazy activity. So why was I then running like Randy in "A Christmas Story" at 8:30 on Saturday morning? You remember! He's the little brother that is so bundled up in the red snow suit that he can't put his arms down.

And just incase I didn't learn my lesson, I was back out doing five kms on Saturday with the temperature a whooping -28 Celcius without the windchill.

There's something in Canadian's blood that just won't admit defeat. At least in Western Canada . . . we just cannot admit that our idiot forefathers and foremothers settled in one of the crappiest weather places EVER! Oh we always say at least there aren't tsunamies or hurricanes or earthquakes or really dangerous weather. HELLO! Did you happen to hear about the worst blizzard in 50 years hitting Saskatoon this week? If that wasn't dangerous, then what is? Apparently running in artic temperatures isn't dangerous??? Ahhh . . . at least there is this old excuse: Well, it might be -40 below but at least we have sunshine. Yeah. So does California.