Last week I got up at 5am and prepared to run a race at 7am. The
temperature at 5am was 12 degrees. I didn't run at all last winter. It
was a shock to wear such bulky clothing. The sun came out for a few
minutes before the run and the 900 runners all noticed the warmth as
the temperature rose to 17 degrees. Despite the cold and the 5 layers
of clothing I had my fastest run of the year.

We have snow and ice on the ground now. Yesterday I went out for a 5
mile training run and there was a lot of black ice. I kept saying,
"Puff! Puff! Don't fall!" I wonder about my attitude now. When I ran
all winter '96-97' I didn't worry about falling even though I did
several times. Of course, one of my falls on ice I broke my leg. At
least I was in the woods and didn't have to worry about getting run
over by a car, too. It seems strange to know that fall saved my life.
After all it led to my Cancer diagnosis. I consider it the luckiest
broken leg anyone could have.

Shalom,
Chuck