I ran outside Saturday. It rained in the morning and I was eager to run outside. By the time I made it to 12 miles I was cold and damp. I began to wonder why I was so eager to run outside. I almost stopped running at 17 miles because it started sleeting. I had a bottle of Gatorade sitting on the front porch, stopped got a drink and got back to running. The sleet was cold and stung as it hit my face, but I was so close to my goal I kept on going.