I hate the cold

Ok for those of you who are new to my blog, I am currently trying to become a police officer, I have not been accepted yet, but am trying to raise my level of fitness, so that I am prepared once I enter the academy. I have been running, lifting weights, attending combat submission classes, and have been trying to clean up my diet, I recently gave up all alcohol and red meat, damn I could murded a steak right now. I also live in Minneapolis, quite possibly one of the worst places to live in the US, it is blazing hot in the summer, and freakishly cold in the winter, which leads me to my post. I have been running 3 to 4 miles about 5 times a week, for the last 6 weeks, unfortunately winter has finally found its way to the mini apple, today on my run it was 16 degrees, and that does not even include the wind chill, whilst running it reminded me off a funny story which happened to me back in college days.
When I attended college back in the day, I was on the track team, I was nothing special, did not get recruited, but was noticed one day whilst working out, and asked to join the track team. I figured why not, damn that shit was tough, running sprints, then finishing up with some type of multi mile cool down, needless to say I was in the best shape of my life back then. Well one day I decided to do a run outside, now this was in the dead of winter, the temp had been registered at minus 50 with wind chill, and that is not an exaggreration. Now I was raised in the carribean, and this cold shit i still could not get used to, but I knew that if iwas going to run in this shit, I had to layer my clothes, so I started out with a t-shirt, long sleeve shirt, sweat shirt, wind breaker. I was ready to go I had my hat, my gloves and I was out the door. About half a mile into my run I realised that in all my careful planning and layering, I had totally protected my upper body, but completely forgot to protect my lower body. I dont think my meat and two vegg have ever forgiven me for the pain which I subjected my future stick too. I tried to stick out the run, but the pain was unbearable, and had to high tail my caramel colored ass back home. Once home I think it took at least an hour for little future to defrost(i call him little future because there was much shrinkage that day).
Todays run was nowhere near as cold as that day, but it is a reminder that winter is here, and God I hate the cold.