The first morning, I showed up wide-eyed and flustered, desperately rubbing my hands to regenerate the feeling I had lost on my 4.75-mile bike ride into the office.
The next day, removing my helmet opened a floodgate of sweat that poured down my forehead, taking my meticulously applied mascara with it. But day three of my winter bike commute …
On day three, I nailed it.
And you can, too, with the right amount of commitment, some flawless layering and a dash of impeccable gear selection.