We skied at Hatcher Pass again this morning. I thought it was cold. It was cold enough that I looked down at my legs a couple times to make sure that I was in fact actually wearing pants. My legs were numb enough that I couldn't feel the fabric and I certainly felt cold enough to believe that maybe I was missing a few layers of clothing. And I had to touch my face after spitting to make sure that I had spit successfully and didn't have a bunch of slobber down my chin because I couldn't really feel my face for part of the ski and it's hard to spit when you only think you know what your lips are doing. I've never been so eager to do L4 intervals because at least during the interval set I stayed warm.

It was about 20°F, maybe slightly colder. My body's going to have to do some adapting if I'm going to survive the winter. For now, though, I'm going to wear another layer to Hatcher tomorrow.