This morning I took my chilblain-afflicted fingers out for my two miles in 0°, but dry and no real wind. My pace was okay — I didn’t expect much of my legs, but everything went satisfactorily. The chilblains, though, are a beast. They’re on the first knuckles of my index fingers, swollen and very sensitive, and they’ve been lingering for about two weeks. I long for warmer weather not just for general equanimity, but to banish these vexing thorns in my flesh….

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