Some time back I signed up to do a 5km running event around Lake Pflugerville, Texas. 5km being a fairly modest distance, I gave the event barely a thought leading up. But when last weekend the big day dawned – and I awoke tired, with a sore back, and horribly cold – I felt as inclined to do this run as leap out of bed to get singing to the lord at Sunday church. I arrived at the lake. And when I hopped out of the car, and my bone marrow filed for divorce courtesy of the wind