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Just so you know, it hasn’t always been this way for me. I still well remember a pitch black morning around 5:00 when I went out to run my usual daily winter 5 miles in between track and cross country season. It was -5° outside. How my lungs survived that, I have no idea, but I found it very peaceful and exhilarating out doing a solo run that early in those days, when hardly anyone was even awake, let along outside. I guess I remember that specific run because of the triple-5 combination: 5 o’clock, 5 miles, and -5°. I even remember the route I took (a fairly standard one when I wanted to “just” do 5 miles before school). As Archie and Edith used to sing, “Those were the days.”