The other day I went running when the wind chill was -19F (-28C). I don’t wear much when I run, usually just a long sleeve with under armor and running tights with shorts over them (more for modesty than warmth). That day I also deigned to wear a fleece, which is a big deal for me. Not only that, but I wore shoes, so you can see that I was behaving responsibly.
It was not only cold that day, but it was blowing snow horizontally. As I ran, after about the first mile, ice started building up on the outside of my fleece. By the end of the second mile, ice was accumulating on my eyelashes. At the end of the third mile, my eyelashes were coated in ice, and I was viewing the world through almond shaped ice portals. Ice crystals had begun to build up on my cheeks.
By the end of the fourth mile, I was a yeti. Each eyelash was a frosty icicle, my cheeks were coated with crystals, and my outfit was white with ice and frost. With limited peripheral vision, I saw someone do a double take, stop, and then stare shamelessly as I trotted past. A few people started to laugh, some pointed me out to their friends.
Eager to see for myself what all the commotion was about, I finished my run and looked in a reflective window. Ah! Evidence of the yeti! All this time we’ve been looking for one and it’s been me the whole time!