This morning's half marathon was the coldest race I have ever run. True story: while running on the West Side Highway, I actually picked up a cup of Gatorade that was starting to freeze.
From now on I'm using this experience as a motivational tool. As in, "Stop being lazy and get it done. It's not like running a half marathon 30 degree weather, along the Hudson River."
I'll let you know when I've defrosted.
Since we didn't freeze to death out on the West Side Highway, we brunched afterwards at The Cupping Room in SoHo.