I was almost late for my run this morning because I forgot how much longer it takes to get dressed when the windchill is 17 below zero.
I love winter running. I love the cold. The gear. The snow. How you can’t run fast because it’s too slippery, so you plod along with no pressure. I don’t love the little spot on my cheek that always gets frostbite-y, but in general, I adore winter running.
It was about 3 below for the temperature when we headed out, and then there’s the windchill. There’s always the windchill in South Dakota.
We ran 7.5 miles, and I only stopped because I had to get to an early meeting.
If you’re wondering what one wears to run when it’s 17 below windchill, here’s what I had on:
Knee-length Nike capri tights.
Full-length Mountain Hardwear tights over them.
Patagonia capilene layer — the super tight, thick Scuba-ish kind.
Dollar stretchy mittens.
Pearl Izumi beefy winter gloves.
And, since it was 5:15 when we headed out, a reflective vest, the kind that construction workers wear.
I wasn’t cold at all.