Frozen Day 18: A Horror-ific Chill

Temperature: -11 degrees Celsius (After work) and -16.2 (Evening)

Feels Like: -16 degrees Celsius and -21

Wind: NE 8 km/hr and NNE 17 km/hr

In the middle of the night, I woke with shivers. The cold had curled right around my bones, like a snake, and squeezed the warmth wholly out of them. It’s not that it was particularly cold outside today, rather it was that I spent 4 hours out there.

It had actually felt quite warm and I had to remove my mittens during the after-work walk; however, not long after that I spent a nice chunk of time in the ice castle. Though the weather had seemed like something to scoff at, it wasn’t long before my toes were too cold to gain any warmth just by curling them. The event at the snow castle was the film festival Dead North and so I couldn’t count on dancing to keep me warm. By the end of the evening there was a deep chill in my body, though that may have partly been due to the fact that I had just watched a series of really fantastic horror shorts. (All of the films were created by northerners in a 9 week span and the results were amazing, so I simply had to plug that. You can check out most of the films here.)

Each time I attend an event at the snow castle, it’s incredibly fun and it really helps me get those outdoor hours in. The thing that keeps nagging at me is that I’m having too much fun. I had originally wrote that this is an office worker’s challenge to make outdoor time and in that I am succeeding; however, I also wrote that I hoped to give people a window of perspective to look into so that they could consider how different all this time outside is for the homeless.

People with no homes and no money aren’t spending their time dancing in the snow castle or taking long introspective walks or being entertained. So, this is where I diverge from what I had originally hoped to show. Although I had never intended to try to portray what time on the streets for the homeless is like, I had wanted to use my experience to plant the seeds of reflection in your mind on what that experience might be like. Of this, I’m not confident that I am succeeding. During my long solo walks – perhaps, but when I am playing outside – I’m not so sure.

With that in mind, I’d like to leave you with one final thought for today. After just 4 hours outside, I couldn’t warm up most of the night. My skin was cold and I had to wear heavier clothing to sleep. Sure, if I had spent more of that time moving, it wouldn’t have given me such a deep chill, but that still doesn’t detract from the point: those on the streets spend much more time out there every day and they’re not keeping their bodies moving the entire time either.

Time: 5:10P – 6:32P and 7:47P – 10:28P

Today’s Minutes: 243

Total Challenge Minutes: 2175/3720

Ahead/Behind: +15

Frozen Day 12: Let’s Talk Mileage

Temperature: -16.3 degrees Celsius

Feels Like: -24 degrees Celsius

Wind: ESE 12 km/hr

Fueled by pizza and beer, this self-propelling machine has been racking up the miles.

Let me break it down for you a bit. Almost all of my outdoor time is spent walking. So I did some google mapping and got an idea of how far my average walks have been and then compared that with the time I spent covering the distance. I’m absolutely average. I walk about 5 kilometers in an hour, so each day I’m putting in about 10 kilometers. Each day. That’s 70 kilometers in a week.

I’m all about accurate representation so I would have to say it’s probably closer to 60 or 65 since I’m not always walking. There’s music concerts and pond hockey and bench reflections and so on as well. Now, my companion is training for a marathon that’s coming up in April and has been hitting the treadmill hard. But I still clock more kilometers in a week.

It was an interesting thing to realize, but is in no way as remotely awesome as running a marathon or training for one. So I’m going to leave it at that: just one interesting fact for the day.

Time: 12:34 pm – 1:21 pm and 5:04 pm – 6:31 pm

Today’s Minutes: 133

Total Challenge Minutes: 1473/3720

Ahead/Behind: +33 minutes

Frozen Day 5: Footpath Furor

Temperature: -11 degrees Celsius

Feels Like: -17 degrees Celsius

Wind: S 13 km/hr

Ah ha! I have devised a solution to the time conundrum. It’s rather simple, really. Today, I packed myself a PB and J and let my teeth go to work on it while at my desk – which left me with one whole hour in the middle of the day to get outside and bask in all those delicious rays of golden glory.

I have also learned that Yellowknife is a lot smaller than a person may sometimes think.

With only 1 hour before I had to link my chain back up to my desk, I didn’t think I should go very far. So I started off by taking convoluted turns that would keep me near the downtown area while still adding on a fair chunk of distance and time. It didn’t take long before I was halfway across the city. I joke. Slightly. I was a quarter of the way across the city.

Now, I won’t pretend to be better than I am. I have a fault and a pretty bad one at that. I get road rage. I’m talking ferocious, spittle-flying, demon eyes, dagger shooting asphalt anger. Alas, it is just that though. I merely fume and move on without doing anything crazy. Personally, I’m not psychotic or controlled by anger, though some are. Also, my anger dissipates astonishingly quickly; it’s basically all or nothing.

Footpath furor is a bit different, but it comes from the same place as road rage. As a pedestrian you are at the mercy of the metal beasts of the street. Yes, you hold the lawful power in that vehicles mustn’t run over a pedestrian; however, they hold the power because they are infinitely stronger than you and can crush you like a soda can. I find, as a pedestrian that I choose my route based on stop signs because vehicles just won’t stop to let a person through at the cross walk without one.

What I really don’t care for is when there is a stop sign, but you can’t confidently step out onto that pavement because you see a car hurdling down the snow-covered street towards you going faster than the speed limit and showing no signs of slowing down to come to a stop. So you wait. And just before the stop sign they hammer the brakes, come screeching in, and then impatiently bug their eyes out at you while furiously waving you to hurry up and cross the doggone street! Because it’s your fault they have to wait. You big old inconvenience you.

All this aside, though, it was a nice afternoon stroll through the city. See? I told you I get over things quickly.

Time: 12:47 pm – 1:44 pm and 5:14 pm – 6:22 pm

Today’s Minutes: 125

Total Challenge Minutes: 494/3720

Ahead/Behind: -106 minutes

Frozen Day 1: Soreness Prevails

Temperature: -12 degrees Celsius

Time: 1:34 pm – 3:50 pm

Today’s Minutes: 136

Total Challenge Minutes: 136

I had fun last night. A lot of fun. So today was, well, rough.

After a weekend of broomball games and celebration beverages, I awoke with a smattering of bruises everywhere, some nicks, an incredibly sore body and a near inability to move my neck any which way. Nevertheless, I dragged my sorry self out of my cocoon and embarked upon my outdoor adventure. My companion and I walked down to the snow castle for its opening day.

Okay, okay. It was more of a shuffle on my part, but we made it there and back. The snow castle itself is amazing. Sitting inside of it was like any kid’s dream come true. I’m talking some serious snow fort magic here. This isn’t just a hole dug into a mound of snow. This is a fortress made of snow and ice. It comes complete with a café, a roof top viewing area, stage, courtyard, snow carvings and seating. Sometimes you just have to stop, take in your surroundings and really appreciate the moment. I still can’t believe this place sometimes. I mean, really… I’m sitting in a gigantic snow castle. This is real life. Check out the snow castle yourself here.

It was such a beautiful day with the temperature barely dropping down to the double digits; however, my poor battered body couldn’t do much more so I trudged home and spent the rest of the day flat out. Perhaps the most uneventful start to a challenge yet, but I did manage to clock my 2 hours and my neck will be good to go in a couple of days – I’ll be a bit more lively after I’ve recuperated a bit. The fresh air was much needed and, as always, it felt great to be outside. This is going to be a fun challenge, though I know maintaining it on the weekdays will be a lot more tough. So, bear with me and let’s see what I discover along the way.

Oh. And yes, both the teams I played for won gold this weekend. So the bruises were worth it.