Ok, so I’m watching Everest: Beyond the Limit, the team has just reached the second step, and the narrator says in his best ultra-dramatic voice,
…but right now, its a flesh-freezing minus four Fahrenheit.
Minus four? Flesh-freezing? I can’t wait to see the documentary of me waiting for the bus this morning.
When a Mountaintop Might as Well Have Been the Moon
In 1985, Sir Edmund and Neil A. Armstrong [...] flew a twin-engine plane over the Arctic and touched down at the North Pole. Oh, to have listened in to the man on the Moon with the man atop Everest, together in a cockpit, again looking out on a stunning but forbidding landscape.
Too Cold to Exercise? Try Another Excuse
“I just remember the lesson I learned that winter,” she said. “You don’t have to stand inside and say, ‘Oh, it’s a yucky day.’ You can go out in anything. You just have to do it.”
For me, that moment came almost exactly three years ago when it was about 10F, I really needed some pork bones, and I was not about to warm the car up just to drive to Shuang Hur. I even borrowed a Schwinn single-speed because I was afraid of riding my spindly Trek in the cold.
Bummer — after the Wolves’ win yesterday against Miami it looks a lot less likely that they’ll be able to pull off the feat of finishing the season with the all-time worst record, which requires beating the 9-73 tally set by the Sixers in 1973. At this point they can only afford to win four more games… maybe they can come up with some timely injuries. You can follow the action on ESPN’s helpful tracker.
I guess it’s like the scale — I want their season to be so bad it’s worth talking about, not just a disappointing year. And not out of malice; I just think it would be more entertaining that way.
PS – Dave Hendler is still 24? I’ll have what he’s having.