I knew it would be a tough one today: the temperature--24 degrees Fahrenheit when I arrived at the marina this morning--was bad enough on its own, but there was a fierce east-northeast wind blowing on top of that. I paddled for 80 minutes, and didn't do anything special; I just went a steady pace with a few surges thrown in.
It had warmed up to 27 degrees by the time I was heading back home, and there was a crust of ice on my pogies and life jacket. I always get a bit of satisfaction from that, knowing I'd gone through with a training session on a day when it was very tempting to blow it off.
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