To Build a Fire?

How do you know when it's cold outside?  And by cold, I mean arctic-should've-stayed-in-your-house-drinking-hot-chocolate-cold; I found out today.

When I left the house for my run the thermostat registered a balmy 6 degrees (today's high incidentally). It was so frigid this evening that I was afraid to pee during my run.  Two simultaneous thoughts went through  my head during the majority of the run: 1) I shouldn't have had another cup of tea before leaving work and 2) I shouldn't have my AP English class read Jack London's "To Build a Fire" during the winter.  I don't know when the last time you've cracked open a copy of good old Jack's harrowing tale of youthful idealism and hubris set in Alaska's frozen tundra but there is a iconic moment in the story when the protagonist's spit freezes in route to the ground. All I could think was that I didn't want any part of my anatomy to experience the frost bitten trauma of his feckless protagonist.  Needless to say, I held it until I got home but it was a long 85 minute run.

Oh the joys of training in Colorado during the winter, right?

It's only suppose to get down to -30 tonight.  Maybe it'll be warmer tomorrow.