So I was in LA on Monday, enjoying life. That is until I had to fly back to Chicago that night. I went from a blissful 80 degrees to -12 degrees (which was supposedly -52 with the wind chill). Don’t pull out a calculator, your math is right. That’s a 92 degree difference in just a 4 hour flight. It’s amazing what that will do to one’s mood. Needless to say, I still ventured outside, 8 layers deep in clothing, and snapped a few shots. I look deliriously happy in the photos above, but don’t let that smiling face deceive you. I’m just delirious. The only thing that keeps me at my current level of sanity in chilling temperatures such as these are the cool clothes that come with the territory. Roshe Runs forever! Don’t get frostbite, ya hear?!