Bold In The Cold
“You’re really going out in this?” In case you didn’t recognize her voice, that was my wife Linda talking, questioning the wisdom of my going out running this past Monday morning. There was about a foot of newly fallen snow on the ground and it was approximately 12 degrees Fahrenheit outside (that’s 3,600 cubic hectares, for those of you on the metric system). But it was my day to run. So I laced up my shoes, put on every piece of clothing I own, and out the door I went. […] Click to read more…