C-O-L-D

We're in the middle of a deep freeze here in the Northwest but that didn't deter five intrepid souls from venturing out into the frigid and dark night.

As you can see Paul D finally found a use for those Marmot 8000m mittens.

By Midwestern standards it was probably balmy - mid twenties - but it was plenty cold for us thin-blooded types.  I wore leg warmers under my old and holy Swobo wool tights.  On top I had a synthetic tee shirt, a thermal jersey and the heavy Voler Thermal jacket.  The last time I wore that was twelve months ago while Matt B, Paul C and myself were braving the minus seven temps at Bend UCI Cyclocross race.  I wasn't a conservative as Paul on my handwear and seemed to fare perfectly fine in mid-weight gloves.  I did, however, find the limit of the Sidi winter training shoes; despite wearing toe warmers I rolled into the house with a numb right foot.  It took a heating pad and ten minutes in wincing to get it to come back to life.

It's cold so if you get out there layer up and look out for the ice.