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It was 32 degrees as we ran away from the parking area in Burns Park close to the southwest edge of the golf course and the long, narrow water-skiing pond. A 20 mile-an-hour wind blew due east, right down the fucking river. I ran with B.J., Tom Z-Man, and Brass for 10 minutes until we lost the trail, turned and walked back to our cars. Elsa Kanner said I would complain just as much when it turns hot, but I won't. I wish it was 108, with a heat index of 212.