I was going to write, "coldest morning yet," when I realized that I could look forward to saying that often in the next six or eight weeks. The billboard thermometer I passed a third of the way along my route said 17, but the weather station said wind chill of only 9. On my largest downhill, my eyes teared up in an annoying way and I found myself alternately closing them for a few seconds at a (for me) high speed. Glasses fog up if I don't exhale carefully through my scarf, too.