You might. But not before other parts of your anatomy.
After a couple days where I spent too much time milling around, I just had to get outside for today's run. Too bad it was about five degrees shy of the plus-one degree temperature that I experienced New Year's Day. Yes, it was one below when I started; four below when I finished. The wind chill was also correspondingly lower, at minus twenty today.
The shuffle, hardly what you'd call running at any point, became slower and slower as the cold became colder and colder. It was time to quit. At least while most of my anatomy was still intact.
The part that I lost? My mind, of course.
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