Today it is raining, having snowed during the night. It is windy and cold. Who, in their right mind would want to go jogging? I mean, come on. I am pondering this point of sanity because I saw a guy jogging this morning, in what effectively amounted to sleet. He didn't look too happy either. If he had bothered to ask anyone sane whether it was a good idea to go jogging, he would have received a clear and decisive answer: no.
Jogging really does seem to loosens one's marbles if taken to excess. It gets to the point where you have to go out for a jog come hell or high water, somewhat like crack. But this guy really brought it home that some people will go out in any weather conditions, even in the coldest, nastiest, most uncomfortable, dreariest disgusting ones. Mad or what?