“How can you be wearing shorts when it's low 40s out, are you crazy?” a voice exclaimed from behind me. Turning it was my other teammate shaking, waiting for a response, “Honestly I totally thought I would warm in this and I really regret not wearing pants” I responded with a chuckle. As we all got our socks and cleats on, the gust of wind seemed to blow more and more harshly as if it wanted to freeze our legs off. Our arms pushed against the blaring wind running around the farm flaky turf, with the thud of a soccer ball hitting the feet, shins and corners of the goal. The roaring screeching of the whistle blared over us, both sides huddled around their coach ready to play. As the starting line up ran to the field, sitting on the medals bench my legs froze to the cold, unable to move from the harsh wind rushing