Cold, hungry, and tired. Not to mention old, bald, fat, ugly, and dumb. And slow. Don't forget that.

I was going to write about how lovely winter running can be. There's the quiet early-morning. There's the beautiful snow blanketing the ground. There's the sun getting ready to rise beyond the winter clouds. And there's the bracing cold.

Oh yes. The cold.

As much as I used to like to say that I like winter running. As much as I actually embraced the cold, and even (sometimes) a little snow... Once again in the next couple days, we will have both snow and cold. Wonderful. I'm just kind of sick of it. And couldn't be happier.