Georgia and Georgians do not do well with cold. Take the current arctic blast hitting the south with single digit temperatures and life has been miserable in the “Deep South”. Monday earlier this week was no exception with temperatures hitting a recorded temperature of sixteen degrees with a feels like temperature of five. Being a runner and athlete these days I had a run to complete on Monday and I was determined to not let some cold weather keep me from my desired mileage for the day so out I went into the blistering to us southerners cold of the evening. I had five miles on the schedule but figured with 16 degree temps and feels like temps in the 5 degree and lowering range I would settle for three. Of course the coldest I have ran previously was during my 3 hour half marathon on Thanksgiving day, twenty three degrees.
As I live in the south where it rarely hits arctic temperatures I bundled up as much as possible. I put on my tights I wear in twenty degree weather, same shirt, hat, jacket and gloves. I felt I was bundled pretty well, but I would later be surprised how unprepared I was for the temperatures on that run. As I progressed my run past the mile marker I realized my feet felt like blocks of ice,my face was burning, hands were starting to feel the bitter cold through the gloves and my water bottle mouth constantly kept freezing up as well as the contents inside. After a little over a mile it was time to concede that “feels like 5 degrees” was too cold for my current clothing and myself and it was time to turn around and head back before I did any damage. As I ran back I realized my sweat wicking tights, which worked wonders in normal temperatures, was pulling my sweat off my legs and then freezing, thus leading my legs to feel the brunt of frozen ice pressed against them. My toes also started to tingle. After a total run of 2.3 miles I was glad to be back in the house and peeled out of my clothing. My legs were beet red, looking like a rash had broken out an my toes were numb.
After warming up and posting my exploits to social media I realized that never again would I run in anything less than twenty degrees again, unless I bought new colder running clothes. I guess with the added temperature drops locally I will have to resort to the treadmill til the thaw occurs. Of course this is the “Deep South” so it wont take long to warm back up again. Lesson learned, there is a thing called too cold and I have met it. Til next time.