Something I hadn't thought about for years, until today, was this; the school where I learned to fence was an old drafty building and four or five people practicing foil late into the night doesn't generate all that much body heat. So you'd finish, and take off your mask, gloves, jacket, arm guard, sweat-soaked shirt (and a metallic vest if you were doing electric), and this blast of frigid air would slam into you.

I dunno, I just felt sort of like drawing what that felt like.