@George,
The sun that brief December day made a brave attempt to shed warmth as well
as light and then said the-hell-with-it.
I had vowed I would run outside and I did. It was cold, so I was layered. A
shirt of some wondrous wicking material under a t-shirt, under a heavyweight
cotton mock turtleneck, under a sweatshirt. If you'd have cut me in two across
the torso, I'd have looked like one of those cross sections of the earth you see in
fifth-grade science books.
3.4 miles at a gentlemanly pace.