So I haven't fallen over just yet.

But bicycling to work everyday has become a lot more treacherous lately.

With the snow and ice and the bone chilling cold (2 degrees right now, feels like -11, according to weather.com), getting up each morning is no longer the major obstacle of my day, but rather, riding to work has become the challenege (and then riding home, of course).

Even with gloves on, my hands still freeze.

Despite having more than 80 percent of my face covered, my lips still chap and my cheeks still burn.

But the worst, the absolute worst, is riding in the snow. Not so much because it's difficult, but more because of the energy it takes. I would guess it requires nearly three times as much physical exertion to ride a bike through snow than over clear road.

So although it's freezing, I'm definitely sweating up a storm under my four layers of clothing.

At 7:30 a.m. that's not what I want to deal with. Ugh.

Tires sink, gears get clogged and brakes stop working properly. Not to mention my normal riding area next to the curb is so heaped with snow that I have no choice but to ride in the ruts cars have been making in the middle of the street; and sliding all over the place.

But it's hardcore, right?

Reminds me of maybe three years ago... I was taking a Japanese class and there was this one guy who was just amazing. I remember seeing him after class one day, flying down the sidewalk on his bike, wearing nothing but--yes, really--a pair of jean shorts with his black, shortsleeve WWE Raw! t-shirt tucked in to them.

He also had his hair greased down to his head with some kind of gel product.

That day--the day I saw him--was probably colder than today, with blowing snow.

Anyway. It's early. I'm going to tell a story about Ben Spadt later. Stay tuned.