Frozen

This morning when I went to my mandatory workout at the gym it was -25°F with wind chill. That's cold enough to make your nose hairs freeze together and give you an insta-brain freeze. Well, if I thought that was bad I should have realized it would be worse coming out an hour later and glistening with about-to-be frozen sweat. Yep, brings a new meaning to the age old saying, "holy crap it's cold out here."