It was in the low 20s this morning as I rounded Lake Harriet in South Minneapolis, MN. As I ran, the sweat from my body rose out of my fleece and formed a layer of frost on my shoulders.

The usual characters were there, the ducks, the dogs and their handlers, groups of ladies chatting, and old men walking alone.

We greeted each other with a knowing glance. We knew something exceptional had occurred. On a Monday morning, in the early light of day and new crisp bite of Fall. We were happy to share the experience, if only from our own orbits.

What a glorious run.