I had made the same mistake on Tuesday. I always thought I was smarter than that.
It’s March. Sure the unseasonably warm weather is deceptive, but when you go outside for an extended period even the relative spring warmth of two degrees Celsius gets cold.
I didn’t wear gloves. Long pants, yes. A toque, of course. Gloves… bah!
After nine klicks of speedy suburban nature, asphalt paths through the dark edges of the burbs lit by the glow of the setting sun peaking between the house peaks, my fingers were numb.
It took me an hour to stop shivering.