Yeah it was like 10F... TEN and when we were going up the canyon against the wind- the wind chill was around 2 F. I have a rule at home that on my day-to-day runs if it is lower than 35 F I stay inside and run on the treadmill. So anyways it was cold and we slugged along. Sasha kept me in it telling me to "close the gap" between us. Otherwise I could have just dropped off and got in the car. My garmin was acting like it was "sick" too- giving out spits and beeps randomly all the way through the run. So that sucked to not have any of the data to look over. When I'd start feeling good and push the pace a little we'd come to a part of the path that was coverd in snow and ice and I'd slow down and then struggle to pick it back up. Glad I got the workout in- but it was murder. When I got in my car I looked in the rear view to see two ice sickles hanging off of my ears about 2 inches long each. Hello! Ice forming on my body, and it stayed there until I got back to the house to show my wife. Sasha is a warrior and didn't seem to mind the weather at all. He just ran the trail like he's done it 500 times before or something. Had we not been running I think I was one step off of hypothermia. After it was all over and I was sitting in a HOT bath back at the house I was glad to have pushed through it. As far as the pace goes it was slow on the uphills and still slow on the way back down. Sasha said we ran the last mile at 5:35 pace and the total time on the 12 mile part was like 1:14- Had I not been there he would have ran a 1:10, but he was nice enough to pull me along. | 