We're two-thirds of the way to Boston, and the forecast is getting more and more dismal each time I look at it. I hate to admit it, but I am leaning toward not running the race. It's not so much the running itself, it's the standing around freezing on a soccer field for 2 hours prior to the race. I guess we'll make that call on Monday morning, and hope that the forecast is far more dire than the truth.