Into the Meat-Locker

The cold snap continues around much of the continent, and Hamilton has not been spared the wrath of the "Polar vortex." I think when it gets this cold, it's best to adopt the Rocky Balboa approach.  If you can remember the scene, as he first walks through the meat-locker that Paulie works at, Rocky hates the place, is cold, and wants to get out as soon as he can. 

After watching Paulie take a swing at the meat in frustration, Rocky realizes he can use the meat-locker to his advantage to prepare for his fight with Apollo Creed. Who would be crazy enough to bust their knuckles on dead animal carcasses to get ready for the ring? A contender, that's who. 

This cold weather? It's less than ideal, and that's being nice. When I left my house this morning, the wind chill reading was sitting at -38 Celsius. The folks in northern Ontario and some of the prairie provinces had un-aided temperatures near or below that. It's not comfortable for anybody to be out for extended periods of time in this weather. But if you can bang out some miles in this stuff, you're tough. You're doing something that isn't glamourous and falls under the definition of what the general public would consider crazy. Because it is. Unless you want to run fast.  

This past week has been the coldest I can remember, and I managed to run about as much as I ever have in 7 days. Stay motivated folks!