Running It's early Sunday morning, the sun isn't up and neither is anyone else in the house. I wake up, hard as usual, and briefly consider waking up my wife but she looks peaceful and she could use the sleep. Instead, I slide out of bed as quietly as possible and grab my running toggs on my out the door. I get dressed in the living room: black tights, a light shirt, a thermal top and a light toque. Its about -5 C outside...