16 degree run. . .

The weather outside was frightful, but not as bad as our New York runs since the wind was fairly calm -- breezy, but not unbearable.  Nonetheless both Butch and I donned ski masks and gloves before we crunched our way across ice frosted grass, and headed to the track for a 3-miler.  I've run twice now in temperatures in the mid-teens.  My pace was about 10:40, which isn't wonderful, but then pants and wind pants; a tee, long sleeved tee and jacket; plus trying to breathe through a ski mask does slow one down a bit.  I am just amazed that I have done this twice now with no major lung issues.  Good news indeed!