Bring Warm Dockers
Let's hope that Hugh packed his steamer trunk with lots of woolens.
Yesterday morning it was ten below. At noon it "warmed" to seven below. When I left work at around 6:30pm it was, once again, ten below.
This morning when I left to play hockey at 5:30am it was seventeen below. We're talking raw temps here, not wind chill factor. And while I realize that the idea of getting up early to play hockey at 6:00am when it's bitterly cold might sound crazy to some of you, I must point out that we were playing indoors (we're stupid but not that stupid).
But how do you explain the man I saw out for a jog on my way to the rink? It's 5:30am. Pitch dark. Seven-bleepin'-teen below zero and you decide that it's a nice time for a run? That's not physical fitness, that's freakin' psychosis. Running freaks.
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