It's now March 9. I still have not run. But it is still snowing. I am instead inside, wrapped up in a blanket, googling warmer destinations to determine where I want to live next. Preferably somewhere where the temperature reaches above 40 degree on a consistent basis in March. That certainly isn't Chicago.
The lesson I'm taking away from this long cold spell is that I like a change of seasons. And it is time for this season to change.