High Knees

What do Eminem and I have in common? Eight Mile - he, a crappy movie; me, a distance run this morning.
It snowed last night and the guys driving the plows to clear the lakefront paths for all us masochists were about ten minutes too late, meaning that I and several others were doing what felt like high-knee running through snow while the plow truck bore down on us at a reckless five miles per hour clearing the parts of the path we had just run on.
Fortunately, not all was covered in snow. We soon (by "soon" I mean after three miles) reached a cleared part of the path (by "cleared" I mean littered with slushy snow puddles) where we could mogul run out the fiver we had left.
I stepped in my fair share of said slushy puddles and I will say just two things: 1) slush puddles are damn cold 2) "dry-fit moisture-wicking" socks cease to be dry when they are soaked in cold water and thus do not wick sufficiently.
Donate money, damnit. Its cold out here. http:www.active.com/donate/tntil/JHanra