My schedule called for a 12 miler on Saturday. I had intended to get up and go out early and get it done, but found myself standing at the sliding glass door, looking at the 6 inches of snow outside and thinking, I don't even want to go out there.

Checked the temp -- 28 degrees. Just great.

Misery loves company, so rather than whine to myself for an hour and a half, I decided to ride out to the peninsula and meet up with some running friends who were doing a 15 miler.

The miles flew by -- if for no other reason than they have a faster pace than I'd run alone, and there's no walking or whining in group running.