Now we get to that part of year I do not enjoy. It is the dead of winter. We managed to dodge it for this long. There have been a few cold days here and there, but they have been broken up by warm spells. This evening a strong cold front moved through Nashville. I was sure to get in a run today, even though I didn’t want to. The sole motivating factor was the prospect that running days are going to be hard to come by for a while. I can run when it’s cold, even sub-freezing, but I need sunshine and no wind. Thursday may be the only day during the next week that I get to lace up. But even when I’m not running, I don’t function well in the cold. And the older I get, the more difficult it becomes. Summer doesn’t bother me so much. It’s this part of winter that torments me.