Training the Best

Me on the 100 yard line as snow falls on Wednesday. The snow was actually a welcome reprieve after it stopped coming in sideways. The wind on the range is unbelievable, a constant beating upon you which drives its way through all your layers and chills you. It was 16 that morning, it warmed up to a balmy 30 that day. The hood looking thing I'm wearing is actually a scarf which pulls over your head and is designed to cover your neck which we pull up to cover our ears and face. It's too thin to stop any wind, the wind rips right through the thing.