February 3, 2013
I never thought I would ever live in a place as cold as Decorah. On Thursday, January 31, the temperature dropped to a chilling -290C, the coldest day I have ever experienced in my life. However, the cold temperature did not stop me from running.
As usual, at 1615hrs the Luther track and field distance runners gather together for daily runs. There was a snow storm early on Wednesday, and the workout that day turned out to be an invitation for injuries. Due to this, we had to postpone our workout on Wednesday to Thursday. Little did we know that Thursday had its own package in store.
From the moment we started our run on Thursday, I knew that I was going to have a hard time coping with the freezing temperature. However, I comforted myself by telling myself that I was simply going for a short run, which included the workout. I then took off with the team to Milk-farm, the workout destination. As we ran to Milk-farm, I felt the wind chill but it was not too bad because we had houses on the roadside which acted as great wind breakers. Unfortunately, Milk-farm has nothing that can act as a wind breaker. On top of that, the wind direction was against us. Therefore, not only did we have to run uphill, but also against the wind.
Due to these terrible conditions, this was one of the hardest workouts I had ever done. I was praying not to get frostbite on my face as I felt the cold wind against it. My face was the only part of my body that was having a hard time coping with the cold. At some point, I felt like a layer of the skin of my face was being blown away. I wondered why anyone would choose to run in temperatures that were below that of my freezer. The answer to my question was simply this; “for the love of the game, running.”
Nevertheless, I ended up enjoying the workout. For me, the highlight of it was when frost started to build on my mustache as I ran and my friends told me that it looked great. I have never had frost on my mustache so I was extremely excited about it. The mustache looked like white, short spaghetti hanging right above my lips. I wanted to take a picture of it but by the time I got to the locker room, it had defrosted and melted off.