So unbelievably warm here, and all the snow is finally melting.  No hat on the last several runs – though it will undoubtedly return soon.  A sampling from Winter 09 So Far.

It has to be in the teens for me to run outside.  But one needs a balaclava at 13 degrees.

One needs a balaclava at 13 degrees.

Teeny tiny icicle on my porch railing.  Teeny.

Teeny tiny icicle on my porch railing. Teeny.

Its a metaphor.

It's a metaphor.

This is fun.  Really.

This is fun. Really.

Where are all the pretty horses?

Where are all the pretty horses?

Because what one needs after a sub-freezing run is to ice things.

Because what one needs after a sub-freezing run is to ice things.

Ho!  Ho!  Ho!

Ho! Ho! Ho!

Buried in the snow.

Buried in the snow.

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