[updated to include image, which failed the first time][updated to include image, which failed the first time]
[image credit Gary]
I did make it out for a short run today amidst the new 5" of snow that landed here in south-central PA overnight.
I had been getting in the rototiller frame of mind, anxious to begin gardening as soon as the soil dries out a bit...but alas, it seemingly is still snowblower season. At any rate, I was able to clear a couple of blockages of the snowblower chute without severing any more fingers, so I guess that's progress.
Anyway...back to the photo: first off, I didn't get stung. At least not today. I've been allergic to bee stings for a couple decades now, a condition that only manifested itself in adulthood. But the point of the photo is that even in the dead of winter--when no self-respecting bee would be caught dead outside the hive--I keep the habit of carrying my bee kit, formally known as an EpiPen.
When I get stung it delivers a pre-measured dose of Epinephrine to prevent the closure of my airways.
So, it's easier for me to simply carry it EVERYWHERE, including when I run, rather than try to judge when it might be warm enough for bees. Amazingly, I have yet to use it on the trail, although there have been some close calls.