Sure, running when it’s sunny and 65 is pretty awesome, but that wasn’t the weather this morning. Instead it was about 5 with windchill dropping it to about zero.
One of the best parts of running at a very low temperature like that while having a beard is the sensation of frozen facial hair. It stiffens up and I could feel each whisker when I’d talk. The feeling of it is so wildly foreign. I felt like a little kid while running, I was dying with anticipation to see if it appeared as wild as it felt.
Nothing like starting off the day with frosty beard while running!