On Saturday morning, we ran the 5K. There were six of us in our group. While I had fun with the girls, I did not enjoy the run. Call me a wimp, or whatever you'd like, but I don't like extremes. Extreme cold? Blech. Extreme heat and humidity? I'll stay as close to the air conditioning as possible. I prefer the 60-80 degree days with no humidity. (Which are few are far between in Maryland.) Saturday morning is was cold. I mean cold . I can now say, from experience, that 28 degrees is too cold to run. It's best to just stay at home in your warm toasty bed. Okay, I thought. It's cold, but it's not that cold. (I was in complete and utter denial.) And then the race began. While there was a paved path along the route, most of the run was "cross country." Or, in other words: grass . Like in high school. Except, this wasn't the maintained, groomed fields of the school system. It was the uneven, "potholes," stuff-in-the-way kind of run. Like, du