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You Know you’re sick of winter when:

1) You’ve threatened to stop shaving your face until you have 3 consecutive sunny, 40* days, in a desperate attempt to blackmail some higher power into ending winter. Unfortunately for you, you’re house-mates have a lower tolerance thresh-hold for this behavior than the higher powers.

2) You start having vivid dreams about sunshine, grass and warm air, that leave you disturbingly happy until you get up and look out the window.

3) You start swearing at every patch of ice you see.

4) You regularly make comments about how much you’re sick of the weather to almost everyone you see, including complete strangers.

5) You start listening to Rammstein to get you through some of you’re runs (could anything but awful weather make you do that?), and you’ve memorized more than one German dance-metal song. You usually start humming one of these when you look at the weather forecast and see 2-4 inches of snow for Wednesday.

6) You have become terse and grumpy around people who live in Florida, especially when they talk about “that chilly 50 degree day we had last week.”

7) You’re looking up the Guiness world record for most consecutive blog posts complaining about the weather.

Actually, it was bright, cheerful, and about 65 this halloween night. I decided to head out running before returning to the ol’ family home to hand out candy (somehow everyone else in my family was gone, so it was me, the person least suited to handing out candy to small children, who was left with the job). Apparently, the years between now and the last time I went trick-or-treating have skewed my judgment. Kids were already out and about at 6pm. As I was dashing through one neighborhood, some parent said “Aren’t you a little old to be out here?”. I’m not sure how I gave the impression that I was out collecting candy. Maybe she thought I was on the run from a gang of candy thieves, with my candy bag concealed in my running apparel. Whatever.
My youngest brother went out as Wikipedia Man. I have to say it was a pretty clever costume. Nothing like his Plan A, though; he was working on making a origami ground beetle costume out of a 8′-by-8′ sheet of paper. Unfortunately he didn’t finish in time.
My run took me to the Aldo Leopold nature center. Nice and quiet.

I just realized I left out all the local flavor present at the race in my dry, statistically oriented description. Well, now I’m going to remedy that.
First off, the race was sponsored by a zoo, as you might guess from the name, so they invited runners to dress as their favorite zoo animals. For some reason, there were about 10 honey bees (not a zoo animal last time I checked). Aside from the honey bees, there was a guy in a full polar-fleece zebra suit, a tiger, and a woman in a full-body costume that created the illusion that she was riding an emu. There was also a large, costumed lion congratulating children, but I don’t think he ran the race.
To aid in the costuming, the race goodie bags each contained a pair of small fluffy spotted ears, which at least half the field wore during the race.
However, the highlight of my morning was the old man with the beard so long he had it tucked into his belt.