When I went out this morning to run it was damn cold, only 33 degrees! My mind was working on convincing me to say "To Hell with this!" But, I sat for a moment, thought about how I could do this, and that it was just cold. No ice, no anything to gripe about and that I needed to do this. I walked slowly to the start of my route, started to pray the Rosary as is my normal routine when I run, and then when I got to the start point.... I simply started and kept willing myself to keep going. After the first mile, the cold didn't bother me anymore and I completed my four miles. I am glad I did it.