It was 2 degrees at the starting line, she told me this in a text this morning.
I didn’t absorb it at first, and I responded with a sequence of messages about something going on in my world. But then it hit me, what they had done.
It was their first race. And it was cold. But… TWO DEGREES. I mean, like… whaaat!? I have run in the rain. And I have run in the cold. But two degrees? There’s only one digit in 2. Water freezes when it’s 30 degrees warmer than 2.
My feet are cold, and my fingers are cold just thinking about this. I can feel the sting on my nose and on my ears. I cannot get beyond thinking how cold they must have felt…
…as they crossed the finish line together!
Booyah, Jenny and Katherine!