Today was the inaugural real winter ride for this season. Cold as it was, it still beat a day at work.

You know you’re on a winter ride when:
You serenade your training buddy with “Snot-maker,” to the tune of Pat Benetar’s “Heartbreaker.”
You’re glad your drinks haven’t frozen solid.
A minute or so into the ride you feel tears on your cheeks but you’re not crying.
Your teeth feel cold.
Your eyeballs are numb.
You have to chew your GU a few times before its viscous enough to swallow.
You blame your average speed on all the layers.