Things about the cold...

There are some things about the cold that I had forgotten.

I remembered how good hot coffee tastes but had forgotten the pleasure of hot chocolate (or better still, hot chili chocolate).
I remembered the way that steam from the shower fills the bathroom. I had forgotten the trick of grabbing the towel afterwards, flicking the door closed again and drying off inside the warm shower cubicle.
I remembered the feeling of cold air hitting the back of my throat when I go for a run. I forgot the cold that slaps the thighs through jogging pants.
I remembered scarves, gloves, hats and goggles. I forgot about wind-burn and ice on nose, chin and cheeks.
I remembered closed shoes work better than flip-flops in winter. I had no idea that if snowboarding boots are left in the car overnight they can freeze. (And dang it is painful trying to put them on the next morning!)
I forgot that there was a need for things like snow chains.

Minus eight up a mountain is a rare experience for me. This past week I enjoyed the icy details. But the real reason for putting my body through it was as follows: