Frost Bite Foot Race

So Bill signed up for a 8k roadrace called the Frostbite Footrace on Saturday the 19th. It was about -5 F when we woke up and it was windy. Talk about stupid. But he ran it with about 70 other idiots! Here are some before shots.

This is the ice on the inside of the window of the Lodge where he registered and where I sat while he was running. Without these, it may have truly been a frostbite footrace but, instead, his feet stayed nice and warm.
Getting his layers on and showing me that even he thought it was a crazy idea to go outside.
Bill bundled and ready to go.
Me bundled up for the start-- now that is sweet faux fur on my parka.