A Cold Marathon
The NYC twenty six mile three hundred fifty five yard marathon is always held the first Sunday of November. I dress with throw away clothes. Just before the race start I discard my covering old long sleeve shirt, ancient sweat pants and even a stocking cap [purchased a week before in NYC for five dollars]. I warm up during the race. But alas, my hands are cold the whole way as my gloves get wet as I drink copious amounts of water. Oh well, after all it is cold!