Yeah, I’ve wrestled with blizzards before. When the wind comes roaring, I cut everything else out—no phone, no distractions, just my own breathing and the rhythm of my boots. I set a micro‑goal: keep going until I hit that 200‑meter marker, then reset. Focus is a muscle that gets stronger the more you flex it. In the cold, your body wants to freeze, but the mind wants to win. I keep my eyes on the finish line, listen to the hiss of the wind, and remind myself: every second I hold my ground is a point in my favor. Push through, stay tight, and the storm’s just another opponent.