I tried.

I did.

I had the best of intentions. I got up early Sunday morning, checked the temp (11 degrees..yikes), bundled up and headed out. I had already abandoned the idea of doing a long run -- too cold, lousy footing (which makes my hips hurt if I run in it too long), but I thought I could handle a little 5 or 6 miler.

The wind was whipping, light snow was hitting me in the face and I decided there are some things that just aren't worth it. I had run all of....oh 1/8 of a mile...and I turned back.

There was a time when I'd never have quit the run. I'd have pushed on -- forced myself to do the miles -- no matter how cold, windy and miserable every single step was because that's what THE SCHEDULE CALLED FOR.

Today, I'm more flexible, reasonable and quicker to quit. And, that's a good thing. It's good to know when to quit -- to surrender, to give in to Mother Nature and admit that she's got the upper hand every once in a while. It never lasts long.

And frostbite is for real.