Grecia and I set out on our usual Friday morning ride today. It was sunny when we left, but that didn't last long - within half an hour we were riding through a full-on blizzard.
What followed was, as the title of this post indicates, a lesson in endurance and suffering. And bike handling skills.
We didn't complete the route, but we did get back alive and eventually the feeling returned to our extremities. I think we'd both consider that a win.