Crouched over my handlebars in the fetal position, with my hands stuffed up my shirt

That was how I ended my ride outside today. I thought I would get in a quick ride before brunch, then ride after some shopping and call it a day. Unfortunately, like Wheels says it is a tough time of year to ride. I was alright on the way out with the wind, but once I turned and the wind was head on, my hands got cold. Real cold. So, I stopped to warm them up, by sticking them up my shirt. They got a bit warmer (which stung, kind of bad) so that the cars that went by definitely had some interesting thoughts about bikers. Once they were warmed up, I soldiered on. Then I got cold again, warmed my hands again, and continued. Of course, it happened again, and this time when I stopped, I got really cold. I struggled to pull my phone out of my jacket pocket with my deformed popsicle hands, then popped it out of the plastic bag, and dialed Aliza with my frosty nubs. Yup, I called the sag wagon. I couldn't grip the handle bars, and the braking was not up to par, as I like to be able to stop before colliding with inanimate objects.
I guess threes days of fifty degrees and sun made me soft. Friday's ride was excellent, found a new, low traffic route in Concord that made me feel like a hero. Nice, rolling hills with newish pavement. I will have to go back when my hands can hold things again.