A Mime is a Terrible Thing

What was fantastic this morining was running along the lakefront under a patchwork of dark clouds and new sunlight watching 3-5 foot waves crashing against the breakwall.
What was not so fantastic was running against the wind that created these fabulous waves like a mime in hot pursuit of something! I hate mimes! I don't want to be a mime!
Today felt a little blah. The usual trainers weren't there. They're off in Arizona having taken a team to do some race or other where I'm sure the cold and wind were not a factor - just scorpions, rattlesnakes, and silicon.
All in all, I'm hoping that the weather stays as merciful as it has been for January in Chicago.