Last night I went running...it was -4 degrees (or possibly colder). Yeah, it was a little nuts, but I made it through with all my fingers and toes. The only thing I lost was probably a few brain cells. You see, when you are training for a half marathon during the coldest months of the year, one has to lower their standards a bit. Previously, 0 degrees was my cutoff for running. Now, if I need to run, I go. I realize that the temperatures here in Anchorage are by no means extreme compared to the rest of the state...but it's still freaking cold. That's part of what I like (and hate) about living here...we are just a little bit tougher than the rest of the country (and possibly the world). When I was running my race in Istanbul, it was about 50 degrees and raining. I saw several people running in down jackets and long pants...I, on the other hand, was in my t-shirt and running capris...sweating my butt off. I just kept thinking, "wimps" every time i ran by someone who was all bundled up! Someone asked me why don't I just get a treadmill. I hate the treadmill. I would much rather run 4 miles outside in -10 than 1 mile on a treadmill.